<?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-6287121323680070396</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:29:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287121323680070396.post-7296948007296726892</id><published>2008-07-03T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:01:56.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>): / 0703</title><content type='html'>THIS WILL BE MY PRIVATE BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;Even though its not &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; private.&lt;br /&gt;Uhwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7296948007296726892?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7296948007296726892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7296948007296726892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7296948007296726892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7296948007296726892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/0703.html' title='): / 0703'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5685950598312974037</id><published>2008-05-21T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:06:25.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan</title><content type='html'>Please see this video please. You will understand how lucky we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this boy, he was covered with blood.&lt;br /&gt;When rescuers found him, and wanted to save him out, he told the rescuers. No, save my friends 1st. and indeed, there are 10 of them inside, and he was supporting them, despite his injury. and the rescuers save 10 of his friends, and he came out last, after everyone. Indeed a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sincerely salute him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident was a mother was found, kneeling down, pushing the debris of the buildings. below the mum, was her baby. Mum was dead. Baby still alive and kicking. When the rescuers bring the baby out, they realise in the blanket there's this handphone that says, "My dear, if you managed to live, remember that i love you." (sth liddat). Please people. how is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View the video below to understand more about our friends in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GyvzzFF9G0I"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=GyvzzFF9G0I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5685950598312974037?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5685950598312974037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5685950598312974037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5685950598312974037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5685950598312974037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/sichuan.html' title='Sichuan'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6495411077578519299</id><published>2008-05-20T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:53:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for you is real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a single soul will ever believe that my love for you was real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a school day.&lt;br /&gt;WEATHER so hot ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so pissed off, just early in the morning, because I nearly couldn't wake up. Anyway people, I had a nightmare today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare that I would only love to share with my dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of him. ._. i think because i think too much about him already bah. haha. I dreamt of us back at that swing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, bitter present, sour future. I miss you. AHHH. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hannah wants me to go for it, i don't want. Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,its been rather long since i really go out with bran. don't really wanna talk about out past memories already, since its already in the past. Then let it past. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although i'm like letting it hang there, not trying to do anything to this relationship that we both still possess&lt;/span&gt;. I know you love me, me too. but, its not the time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYES, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;Intensive Chinese Programme I hate.&lt;br /&gt;That Mdm Yong &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; fails to make me sleep. A very good sleeping pill. I bet her husband thinks this way too. hahaha. And i wonder how her child can tolerate her. =/ Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sichuan Earthquake is getting worse and worse, more and more people dying each and everyday. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey boy, you are one reason why am i still living now. Really. Strangers coming in, and out of my life. You came, and never once did left. Oh boy, I am soooo obsessed with you, yet I can do nothing to stop these things from happening. I don't want to continue loving you, but you left me with no choice. I always hope that I will see light at the end of the tunnel, or maybe, see you. But, you left me alone there. Struggling to find a way out. Ohwell, you left me alone once, im going to leave you there too. That would only be fair this way. Bran, forget me. So that i will be able to forget you. With you here, still lingering in my mind, i cannot accept anymore new guys, or new guy friends into my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8months without a boyfriend. It is the greatest acheivement i ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But yet, i need someone to pull me out of the crowd(like hannah). I need someone to help me out when i'm lost. I need someone to carry my things for me when I have not enough hands. I need someone to hold my hand, and support me. Boy, all these things, both of us can never do together. So please, take it as you are giving yourself a chance, or giving me a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, forget me, and get out of my life. Im sorry to be so rude, but please, really. I really wanna try to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5years you left me unattended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Boy, Continue doing the same thing. Live your own life, have a girlfriend who love you more than i used to do. Have a girlfriend who will love you with all her heart, unlike me. I'm nothing compared to you. If you are Heaven, Im hell. Even though you did SOMUCH things to me. SOMUCH that its totally uncountable. You know what i'm saying, so i'm not going to mention. Just like heaven and hell, so big difference, so far apart. This is us. Now do you understand? ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although i cant bear to part you too. This is a very painful decision made by me. I don't want to leave you too boy. but i cant. You know where you should go. Not with me, somewhere else. You are able to soar high, far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy, for the last time. Last time I hope. (if i can ever stop saying this), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; it still pains to say this now, still. Like that day when i part with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Goodbye my love, goodbye my dear boy, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; to let you know, if you ever doubt. My love for you &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6495411077578519299?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6495411077578519299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6495411077578519299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6495411077578519299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6495411077578519299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-love-for-you-is-real.html' title='my love for you is real.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3910222940190227345</id><published>2008-05-19T21:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:17:42.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesakday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vesak Day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow will be back to intensive chinese periods. I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cakeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan0006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="809" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/scan0006.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece's door gift. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan0005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 446px" height="801" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/scan0005-1.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday Times (straits time) 18/5/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been slogging real hard these days. &lt;strong&gt;Hoping for an A1&lt;/strong&gt; when i get back my chinese O level results in August. *prays hard.&lt;br /&gt;I was home today. As usual, &lt;em&gt;chinese&lt;/em&gt; allllll the way.&lt;br /&gt;I want all A1s for all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for my little gifts that i will be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) 3D apple cake. 3kg-$230&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Laptop. $2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) A treat from BenSng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) 18 Year old birthday Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) $100 from Kailin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) &lt;i&gt;Your&lt;/i&gt; one whole day accompany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) Who still wants to give me anything? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those above, are actually my rewards if i manage to get 6points for O'levels, except point (3). I am really going to study so hard, 10 times harder than i did for N levels. I believe in putting hard work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna disappoint so many people pin their hopes on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia Sumatra Earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake Details * &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Magnitude 5.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordinates of Epicentre 1.65° North 99.18° East&lt;br /&gt;Estimated Depth &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11.0 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location NORTHERN SUMATERA&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 500km W of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;250km S of Medan, Sumatra, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time of detection 19 May 2008 at 10:26PM (Singapore Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that the world is going to end soon.&lt;br /&gt;Yanling says that she is going to bring a bottle of water to school everyday, and a packet of biscuit. She scared Earthquake might fall upon us anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think so. Im afraid too. Thats why I'm trying to love my mum and dad more. I'm very very afraid that there's no more chance for me liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please God, Save the world. No more casualties, no more deaths, no more injured. Please. No more. I don't want to be sad, I dont want to cry anymore. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Tzewen also, so many things happening. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw him yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;看见你的背影，仿佛是看见了从前的我们。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你对我说的话，我忘不了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;第一次，刚认识你的时候：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我们是多么多么的甜蜜，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;记得在秋千上，我们大喊着自己的愿望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我说：我要快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你说：我要你做我的女朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;就这样，我们在一起了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;因为是第一个恋情，我一个人也没提过。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;也所以，当我们分开的时候，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我也只能默默地承受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;昨天，看见你的时候，我差一点人不出来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你变了，变成了另外一个人了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我知道你已经变成了一个我真的爱的人，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我很感动，真的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;但是，我没有办法原谅你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;或许，你能说我已经原谅你了，但是，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;是不能在一起了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;看见你的时候，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你给了我你最灿烂的笑容。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你走向前的时候，我看着你，笑了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;可是，我的心跳得很厉害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;不知怎么搞地，像是我们刚认识的那个时候。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我说：hello. 你好吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你说：我很好。你呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我说：过得比以前还要好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你说：那就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;其实，你不知道，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这些年，一点也不好过。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你说：上次跟你讲的东西，你记得吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我说：什么？忘记了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你说：给我多一次机会好吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我愣住了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我避开了那个问题。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我说：对不起，我要走了。妈妈要来了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我便匆匆的离去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你知道我的心是那么的痛吗。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我想，你是不晓得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;嗨。我爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant bring myself to leave you for good. its still good to have you by my side lingering sometimes. I love you bran, I really do. if only time can turn back, will you ever disappoint me again? Will you leave me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope the answer is No. Please say no. If I were to ever ask such a question in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bran, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3910222940190227345?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3910222940190227345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3910222940190227345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3910222940190227345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3910222940190227345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesakday.html' title='Vesakday.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-225948070752274831</id><published>2008-05-19T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:11:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XuanYing birthday,KBOX with morons</title><content type='html'>//edited for niece birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was over at the condo's function room. Going crazy with cousins. Theres this pool table too! (: So cool. haha. We sang song chit chat play pool. Very fun! Xuanying's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT. that piglet cake is SO cute please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CUTESMILE.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="856" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/CUTESMILE.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice and her father, my cousin whom i'm most proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DAUGHTERFATHER.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DAUGHTERFATHER.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin,wife,and neiceee. AHHH. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that piglet on the table is a cake ok!&lt;br /&gt;Its cost my cousin $230. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ENJOYCLAPPING.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/ENJOYCLAPPING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crowd at the function room. This is only one corner of the big room ok.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EVERYONESBUSY.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/EVERYONESBUSY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 other cousins. HAHA. so funny hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=COUSINS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="729" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/COUSINS.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of them! My neice was made the baby of the month! OMG. (:&lt;br /&gt;Will put up the picture on straits times tml. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLAPS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/CLAPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kids that were over there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CHILDRENGATHER.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/CHILDRENGATHER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! 1 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HAPPYBIRTHDAYXUANYING.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="488" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/HAPPYBIRTHDAYXUANYING.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUFFET. ALOT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FOOD.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/FOOD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FAMILYSMILE.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/FAMILYSMILE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, auntie and familyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HAPPYFAMILY.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="416" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/HAPPYFAMILY.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Piglet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HAPPYBITHDAYTOXUANYING17-5-08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 530px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="714" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/HAPPYBITHDAYTOXUANYING17-5-08.jpg" width="569" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to kbox with hannah,esther and tze as usual. Had fun. Emo-ed here and there. Alot of vrey stupid happenings. After that went to the library. As usual, i couldn't REALLY study la. But i did. (: And yes. HAHA. arcade after that. Until mum called and tell me, we are going to payalebar already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to CCk to take the carr and went to paya lebar to have our late mother's day celebration with grandmother. The scenario was very funny. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma dont want eat, den kailin 'scolded' grandma. LOL. very very funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun,&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. I just lost a customer. She said she cant trust me. Ohwell, ): count her unlucky. hahaha. cannot do business with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-225948070752274831?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/225948070752274831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=225948070752274831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/225948070752274831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/225948070752274831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/xuanying-birthdaykbox-with-morons.html' title='XuanYing birthday,KBOX with morons'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5583239222000474440</id><published>2008-05-18T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:15:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XuanYing's birthday.</title><content type='html'>Will blog about neice's birthday tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;and kbox outing tml (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5583239222000474440?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5583239222000474440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5583239222000474440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5583239222000474440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5583239222000474440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/xuanyings-birthday.html' title='XuanYing&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7722785805365662507</id><published>2008-05-16T23:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:08:17.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days to chinese Olevels</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bballifiaintgotyou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="688" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/bballifiaintgotyou.jpg" width="629" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9 more days to Chinese O levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mock test for chinese. The paper was kinda difficult la ):&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm beginning to feel the stress for O levels, since its like so near. Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;My midyear examination is so terribly done.&lt;br /&gt;L1R4 - 31. Chinese was B3 for prelim. I hope that i can do better for Olevels, I want an A1. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been behaving very sarcastically. Be it languages, or everything, i find that person's words very sarcastic. I can't take it la. -.- Whatever, im just going to pawn you in my subjects. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=liying.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 422px" height="849" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/liying.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for basketball just now with Hannah, Esther and TzeWen as usual. (: I was emo-ing all the while la. because of ________. Ohwell. But yep we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did this quiz thing. HAHA. so funny please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpio - Your Love Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/scorpio-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're red hot passion makes anyone you date feel extremely wanted&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty, to the point of doing anything to protect your lover&lt;br /&gt;You are mysterious and charismatic - and you easily draw people in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be paranoid and think that the worst is going on with your lover&lt;br /&gt;You turn cold and mean at the first sign of conflict in relationship&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes become obsessed with dates - so much so that you develop jealousy early on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will take the time to win you over. Not an easy task!&lt;br /&gt;Is able to keep up with your carnal appetite... lots of stamina needed.&lt;br /&gt;Reassures you of their love and loyalty on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense. You prefer to stay in with take out and conversation - so that no one else is distracting you and your date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. New partners have trouble believing that your libido is for real.&lt;br /&gt;You have incredible sexual intuition - you always know what your lover craves&lt;br /&gt;A bit bossy. You know what you want, and you certainly aren't afraid to ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so secretive with your love - they want you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Let go of your jealousy. Your partner has chosen *you*&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time alone, doing things you love. It will help you be less obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Dark red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are A Romantic Realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'd never admit it to your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nights (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know i couldn't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and you use this type of method to make me even cannot forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ohwells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes, i really cannot forget you but ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hais. you are the cause of my misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ihateyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7722785805365662507?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7722785805365662507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7722785805365662507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7722785805365662507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7722785805365662507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-days-to-chinese-olevels.html' title='9 days to chinese Olevels'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3084756376548156198</id><published>2008-05-15T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:00:34.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan Earthquake, F&amp;N prac, 1 hr recess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is such a stressful, yet slacking day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have decided.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Contact lens profits and money collected&lt;/span&gt; by this sunday &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;will be donated to the Sichuan Earthquake Victims via Red cross.&lt;/span&gt; Please help me spread this message to all of your friends. These people over the other side of the world are losing parents, daughters, sons, their close and loved ones every minute. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chinaquake08_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/chinaquake08_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chinaquake08_9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/chinaquake08_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chinaquake08_10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/chinaquake08_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please helpp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys want to donate money also can, pass it to me in an envelope, i can help you donate since I'm going over to Redcross on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please don't take any more lives away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very slack day. There was NO chinese lessons that was originally scheduled. We were having interclass games, almost half of the school day. Recess was 1 hour today, and its so cool, because its the first time in my almost 5years of school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, 5A won captains ball. Congrats! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, had F&amp;amp;N o level practical today. Damn noob. Alot of things happened, cause very stressful ah. Xueqi cried la, idk what for. Haiyo, i think too stress bah. Luckily my overall presentation was okay. (: because of Tanya. Heh Heh. *bling bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, rushed home to bathe and went out for a game of basketball. Met up with hannah,esther and tzewen at the basketball court opposite school. Haha. As usual, we went crazy and cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload the rest tomorrow, but this is one of the best pictures we took. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bballedit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 436px" height="648" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/bballedit.jpg" width="727" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensive chinese tomorrow. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3084756376548156198?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3084756376548156198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3084756376548156198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3084756376548156198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3084756376548156198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/sichuan-earthquake-f-prac-1-hr-recess.html' title='Sichuan Earthquake, F&amp;N prac, 1 hr recess'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7974236809058371663</id><published>2008-05-13T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:02:06.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dui de ren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;//edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I came across this song today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think it's so full of meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hereby, introduce to all of my friends reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The tittle is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;对的人 -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;戴爱玲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dNacWcUdcD" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;你问在我心中　是否还苦恼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;那次受伤　否决了爱的好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;谢谢你的关照　我一切都好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;一个人　不算困扰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;爱虽然很美妙　却不能为了寂寞　又陷了泥沼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;爱要耐心等待　仔细寻找　感觉很重要 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;宁可空白了手　等候一次　真心的拥抱&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;相信&lt;/span&gt;在这个世界上　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;一定会遇到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;对的人&lt;/span&gt;出现在眼角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;那次流过的泪　让我学习到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;如何祝福　如何转身　不要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;在&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;眼泪体会到&lt;/span&gt;　与自己拥抱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;爱不是&lt;/span&gt;一种&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;需要&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;是一种对照&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;爱虽然很美妙　却不能为了寂寞　又陷了泥沼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;爱要耐心等待　仔细寻找　感觉很重要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;宁可空白了手　等候一次　真心的拥抱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我相信在这个世界上　一定会遇到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;对的人出现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;能愿意为了一份爱　付出去多少&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;然后得到多少并不计较&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;当我想清楚的时候　我就算已经准备好&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;放手去爱　海阔天高&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;喔... 耶...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;爱要耐心等待　仔细寻找　感觉很重要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;宁可空白了手　等候一次　真心的拥抱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我相信在世界上　一定会遇到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;对的人出现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;爱要耐心等待　仔细寻找　感觉很重要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;宁可空白了手　等候一次　真心的拥抱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我相信在这个世界上　一定会遇到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;对的人出现...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7974236809058371663?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7974236809058371663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7974236809058371663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7974236809058371663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7974236809058371663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/dui-de-ren.html' title='dui de ren'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4023539284383027833</id><published>2008-05-13T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:23:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's highlights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got back all my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was terrible as usual. Passed 2 out of 6 subjects only, and i know i disappointed many. From teachers to friends. Uh well, i'm sorry. I didn't study hard this time, and i gave up on quite a few of my subjects for this midyear. Mainly focused on English. Chinese and Maths. &amp;amp; yet, maths really disappointed me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALOT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Failed Maths&lt;br /&gt;Gave up on Physics&lt;br /&gt;Failed Chem&lt;br /&gt;Gave up on History&lt;br /&gt;Failed Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;Gave up on F&amp;amp;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, Anyway. There will be 3 things going on tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm going to have F&amp;amp;N practicals for O level tomorrow. All of us are doing until very exaggerating please. I am going to bring a vase, and menu to school. Table mats, plates, glass, spoon, fork, and the layout of the menu is done by Tanya la. (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is why I love &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I was about, and prepared to go to daiso today to get those plates and stuffs, and she told me that she can lend it to me. AHHHHHHH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, tommorow onwards is intensive chinese. Which means, MORE mock paper, Compos, letter writing, homework, workshops, and going home LATE. Well, stop asking me to go out allllll the way till end of my chinese O levels okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Start booking me for holidays :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will only entertain you for these 2 weeks, if you ask me out because: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To study (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Jogging/Basketball. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that links to what is also going on tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, i'm going baasketball with Hannah Lee and TzeWen opposite School in the evening. (: Going to play till 9plus again. Woots. I'm so looking forward because that's when i'm going to gain back ALL my skills in playing basketball. (: Pictures will be uploaded tomorrow. HEH HEH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightys, i'm going to pack for my F&amp;amp;N practicals tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; again, you wanted to be back.&lt;br /&gt;I ticked you off, and you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the actual fact, you know how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want you back -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4023539284383027833?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023539284383027833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4023539284383027833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4023539284383027833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4023539284383027833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomorrows-highlights.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s highlights.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7630477126681213329</id><published>2008-05-12T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:43:45.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dad's car got into accident yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is fine, except for his precious 2nd wife that got injured and scratched kinda badly. This accident happened because the taxi driver was talking on the phone when driving. That bangladesh can go burn in hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with mum and dad to reason some stuffs at his place, he even have the guts to say that he want to report to the police and sue us for harrassing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY MIND YOU,&lt;/span&gt; now is you don't want to compensate our losses what. So its YOUR fault. How noob can a bangladeshy get? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is just SO sway, because there's this guy who is willing to be the witness for my dad. ^^ So, that bangladesh can go burn in hell or squat in jail. Maybe, no more licence. HAHAHA. If all of these doesn't work, im so gonna email to complain comfort taxi company. Lets see how long can he be aggressive. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; -------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got back some of my results. I scored extremely bad, and its totally not up to my expectations. I expect more, better grades but these are what i got. I am so unhappy because of certain reasons. Nevertheless, I will not get affected much, because i am going to score well in Olevels, my ultimate goal (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7630477126681213329?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7630477126681213329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7630477126681213329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7630477126681213329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7630477126681213329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/accident.html' title='Accident,'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1715623472507467391</id><published>2008-05-11T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:58:54.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutouts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its about those important peeps in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of friendship might be vake to you. But definitely not me. Apart from kinship, I am also someone who needs friend, and will do nothing to hurt them. So if you doubt me, you don't know me well enough to fall into this category: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most important people in my life.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are 6 people, whom i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cannot do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Tanya ( &lt;a href="http://lil-metoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lil-metoyou.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan0004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="861" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01153.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We once promised to work hard together and go into the same polytechnic. You have fulfilled the promise, and waiting for me to go over to polytechnic to reunite with you. You are always there no matter what happened to me. When someone made me sad, you will always be there to chid him/her with me. (: When I'm lost in life, you always motivate me to move on. You were &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; not there for me. Like I've said in my previous shoutout, 10years of friendship never dies. (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you twin&lt;/span&gt;, because you know i need you. ^^ Sounds mushy, but its true. Partially, what makes me able to blog here today, is because of you. Your motivations, your encouragements, your scoldings, your everything. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Hannah Lee ( &lt;a href="http://found-ed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://found-ed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="957" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/IMG_1859.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew each other since the beginning of my secondary life. That day without Tanya by my side. HAHA. But nevertheless, you have proved to me that there are still friends around me. Quarrels are unavoidable, but time and again, we managed to talk it through and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Here I am blogging about such a wonderful friend like you. (: Remember times at secondary 2, when we really nearly broke up cause of many many factors, but you stayed by me. Secondary 3 when i was made to drop to Normal Academic, you were there, crying hard, and praying for me to be able to go back to Express stream. I once made a promise with you to graduate from Kranji Secondary together, I'm sorry, i didn't fulfil that promise. But I can promise you that we will be friends till ... (you know, it never ends :D ) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you babe.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Cang Ning ( &lt;a href="http://dream-runway.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dream-runway.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="898" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01009.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From enemies to friends and now buddies. Thanks for accompanying me all these while. I know that i must be an irritating pest. haha, consistantly nagging about how terrible these people are. You are also there for me when I'm sad. Little smses help alot! (: I know you care. haha. Thats for listening to my grumbles, and listen to my grievances. You must remember this: We came a long way. Treasure this friendship. Although we might not contact VERY frequently. It is only important that we have each other in our hearts. (: A true friend is when somebody talks to you, when the person is sad. I believe i did, and you are always there. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you honey. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Benjamin Sng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bensng.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/bensng.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Its less than a year that we know each other. But SO many things had happened thus far. This friendship I will cherish. (: Thanks for always staying by my side, encouraging me, and guailan-ing me. HAHA. I know you did it out of goodwill. (: Bro, 1year of friendship is not enough. We still have many many many many more years of friendship to come right! (: Thanks for being the best of the best. Thanks for trusting and believing in me too. Audition played quite a major role too, for letting me know you. I know you can barely remember. HAHA. Let me tell you how we know each other. HAHA. You were always sticking with jieying then. Somehow I kept tracking you guys, idk why. Then, this day you were telling me that you want to find GOD-family in audition, so you asked me to be your sis. TADA. (: Many many more years of friendship to come. Thanks for being here. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you bro&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Terry Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor ah. Very kelian ley. Meimei don't have your picture. But anyway. I knew you through Maple. HAHAHA. Ok, this is a joke la, but its beeen soooo long. 4 years since I know you, and yes. I know it will still continue to count. Kor, thanks for listening to my grievances and all those unhappy things. Thanks also for letting me scold people when i'm talking to you. (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kor i love you ok&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved sister, Kailin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="900" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00534.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we always quarrel, but you know Jiejie loves you. (: I treated you like a sister, like a friend etc. You know that this is the most important kinship i need. ^^ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another worth mention person that&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I might not have known for a long time&lt;/span&gt;, but yeps. &lt;u&gt;Equally important. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shery girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01432-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="756" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01432-1.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being here whenever I need you, though sometimes can tell that you don't want to hear me cry. HAHA. But yes. Thanks so much. (:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I love you toooo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I know some people have been waiting for this post for very long liao. LOL. surprise! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1715623472507467391?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1715623472507467391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1715623472507467391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1715623472507467391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1715623472507467391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoutouts.html' title='Shoutouts.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-819452869866613506</id><published>2008-05-11T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:59:25.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>A major thing happen&lt;b&gt;ED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh. In the past liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything is fine. But somehow, I still want to voice out my opinion. I still think that i said nothing of such, so don't have to accuse me luh. Even if you malign me i also got nothing to say lor. But yeps, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At least its solved now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I just hope that nothing of such will happen again. because i think that im the cause of all the problems in the world la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends is rather important to me ah.&lt;br /&gt;Some people like Tanya, Hannah, Cang Ning, &amp;amp; classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Also people like Terry, Kelvin, Ben, Shery, &amp;amp; those that i hang around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do a little shout out to these important people in my life. But not now. My results are terrible and i want to score well. So yes, I am going to chiong for my studies. But rest assure, after my O level chinese, i am going to blog about every single person that come in and out of my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friends are hard to come by&lt;/span&gt;. This i understand. Its even harder to let these friends stay. So yes, I really appreciate those that stayed for so long. Whenever i have mood swings, you guys are always there (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la. im going to find somethings to do, and slack (: takecare dears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-819452869866613506?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/819452869866613506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=819452869866613506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/819452869866613506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/819452869866613506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3146706683744490811</id><published>2008-05-10T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:13:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;EXAM ENDED! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarised: (long post ahead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Science Phy and Chem MCQ&lt;br /&gt;♥ Chinese Paper 1 go through @ hall&lt;br /&gt;♥ Left early to visit Dr Loh.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Go home and sleep&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mum and Dad went to cruise&lt;br /&gt;♥ Send sister to tuition&lt;br /&gt;♥ Slacked&lt;br /&gt;♥ Fetch sister home&lt;br /&gt;♥ Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all,&lt;s&gt; shall&lt;br /&gt;blog later (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick recently. From alot of phlegm, to dry cough. I'm like so sick, until i have to miss half of the chinese lesson to go home and see the doctor. No choice, but mum and dad going cruise, so i have to see doctor, or else, according to them: "Later you die at home also no body know."&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the doctor, was diagnosed with asthma (as usual), and i had sensitive nose. According to the doctor, if i got something happen to my nose, everything will happen. &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt;, blame it to the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i can see that more and more people are being environmental friendly eversince the ministry have been focusing on the climatic change recently.&lt;br /&gt;According to Tanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"hmm, dunno why this week, the crowd at the mrt and lrt station like increased by&lt;br /&gt;alot lohs. hahs. it's like, have to give a miss for a few lrt then can&lt;br /&gt;successfully squeeze into one with xiaozhen. and the mrt, is the same, but abit&lt;br /&gt;better only lohs. and then, morning like that suan liao, evening oso same. =/&lt;br /&gt;hais. why? why? why? why have to be same timing as those working group. ppl stop&lt;br /&gt;squeezing can?.. haiyo. angry lahs. hahs. i know, it's life. c'est la vie. (: "&lt;/blockquote&gt;                                     Source: &lt;a href="http://lil-metoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lil-metoyou.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is rather a good sign. Since the ministry is trying to ask these working class to hog on to public transport to go to work instead of driving, because of the deplete in fuel. However, I personally think that, if they didn't try to make these people feel like taking public transport? How can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: The timings for work is usually 8am in the morning. If people were to take public transports, which means they have to wake up 2 hours earlier to prepare. Which means 6am. But, if they have a transports of their own, they can wake up at 7am. Which means 1hr more of sleep. I think that if i were these working class, i would still get a car of my own. Afterall sleeping is more important than anything else in this world. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The increasing of the price of rice grains is also an issue to our society. The climatic change really changed alot in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;White rice more expensive = Lesser people can afford = More people will die/suffer from starvation = Change of the types of food that you are eating.&lt;br /&gt;In case you all don't know, while the price of the white rice is increasing, the price of the brown rice is decreasing at the same time. Which means, all of us should switch to eating brown rice. Since it is also healthier. (: No loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tanya's blog and try to act as if im a pro in geography. So I made this comment on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;oh. LOL. anyway, its sortof a good sign that the LRT and MRT passengers&lt;br /&gt;increased, this goes to show that singaporeans careabout the world. (: they&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;trying to save fuel . wooot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Source: &lt;a href="http://lil-metoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lil-metoyou.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (tagboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, according to the scientist. This world is going to die off soon, in&lt;br /&gt;3-4 generations to come. I have decided, and come out of some stupid ways the&lt;br /&gt;world might die off just like that.&lt;br /&gt;1) Flood - since the ice are melting and&lt;br /&gt;the sea level is rising every year. In about 4 generations later, which is&lt;br /&gt;approximately 300years later, the sealevel will be about 300mm higher than now.&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Think of it.&lt;br /&gt;2) Its time for the dinosaurs to come out and conquer&lt;br /&gt;the world again - In case you don't know, the the Earth has depleted about 3&lt;br /&gt;times already. Which means, dinosaurs have came out and extincted 3times. This&lt;br /&gt;also explains the mud people that God made in idk how many BCs ago. Because God&lt;br /&gt;existed &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; long time ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;3) The rocket that the scientist made&lt;br /&gt;created earthquakes and the sky collapsed - After the '天塌下来当被盖' (the sky fall&lt;br /&gt;down, treat it as a blanket and cover it), is fake la ok. There's no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;Only those guys who are trying to win over girls heart would say such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;But smart people wouldn't even believe la. And also, the scientists are creating&lt;br /&gt;a rocket that might bring all the Earth people to another planet to live in, so&lt;br /&gt;that humans wouldn't extinct. Maybe the rocket failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, moral of&lt;br /&gt;the story. Please love your family, because you might never meet again, until&lt;br /&gt;the next generation i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. i went to the doctors, and i realise DR Loh was using SKYPE and talking on the phone when i was about to leave the place. hahahaha. It is joke la. I didn't know doctors use skype also. haha. quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. Nurse Serene was as usual reading her book. This time round the tittle is 'interesting' i think. Not quite sure. Oh yes. and my mum and her started talking about their times. Who wouldn't? Since one is from the 60s, the other 80s, and im the 90s. hhahahaha. They were talking about the teachers in school. ohwell. I was quite surprised when Nurse Serene told us that her seniors in school in the past, who are ahlians, became a teacher and smoked in school. Ohwell. Afterall, they were just trying to earn a living because teachers can earn alot ma -.-&lt;br /&gt;My mummy also said quite a few thnigs about her time that i don't know la. I didn't know its so interesting to hear. (: I voiced out my opinions about teachers too. hahaha. so, yep. Thats all that happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I thought that Dr Loh's medicine won't make me feel like sleeping so much la. God knows, the moment i went home, i ate my medicine, i went straight to bed. Nearly missed the time that my mum and dad leaving house for cruise. Hope they win alot of money, and will give me some. hahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Made a freaking promise with my sisters, no quarrels till mum and dad comes home. :D So far, yes, we did fulfil that. Cooking spaghetti for them tomorrow. Hope they will likeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, chinese Midyear, i didn't score very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Because i did the more difficult question for composition. Only 10 person out of the whole cohord did this question, and not a single soul passed. LOL. But actually i DID managed to pass -.- 25/50 (although not enough points - because the composition need to fulfil 6 points in order to write a CORRECT composition. Not good yet ok.), but i got -2 for wrong words. ZZZ, so because &lt;strong&gt;23/50&lt;/strong&gt;. Sway.&lt;br /&gt;But i did quite well for letter writing. &lt;strong&gt;16/20&lt;/strong&gt;. Mdm Yong said that i got the potential to get A. LOL. i think she is kidding la ok. Then when i wanted to leave the hall ah, i went to talk to her, she asked for my name, den she say, got 影像 that i score not bad. In the end i see my paper like sai. LOL. Paper 2, i scored only &lt;strong&gt;38.5/70&lt;/strong&gt;. Freaking noob please. But my oral pulled me up la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care la. It's only midyear.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O level is 2 weeks later. Im so going to 'chiong' for chinese O levels. Im going to make those people who despise me STUN. And make those people whom score quite well now to shut up, and make way for me. I want to top Chinese in class. and i mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Im not going to &lt;s&gt;try&lt;/s&gt; because, its not in my dictionary anymore. I bought 2 chinese assessment books, and im going to complete it in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DARE ME. CHALLENGE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to take up the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3146706683744490811?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3146706683744490811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3146706683744490811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3146706683744490811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3146706683744490811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-ended.html' title='EXAM ended'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5869816687822950886</id><published>2008-05-06T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:22:11.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with hannah and tze!</title><content type='html'>F&amp;amp;N PAPER TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HELL ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home almost immediately, and slacked around. I couldn't stand going to school almost everyday, at the same time. I hate routines, so much. In the evening, I went to meet Hannah and Tzewen. lols. We had dinner at Pasta Mania, and had fun laa ok. LOL, we were laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, firstly was, cause hannah thought it was fine dining, So she went in and told the person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hannah: &lt;strong&gt;"Table for 3 please"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Waitress: &lt;strong&gt;"Its free seating"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. hannah is so funny please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we wanted to order food, she was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waving her hand frantically to the waitress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA, she thought we have to order to the person, but actually we have to queue up ourselves. omg. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze suggested to play basketball, so we went. EAGERLY. because i really miss basketball. So we went to play. HAHA. so fun (: I enjoyed my time thereeeeeeee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whored with hannah, and took pictures of Tze too, Come back tml to see the pictures being posted up. because hannah sent me some only. So ya. i shall post more pictures tml. Enjoy these 1st. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMWHORE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1860.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="790" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/IMG_1860.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1847.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="784" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/IMG_1847.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="864" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/IMG_1859.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="885" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/IMG_1871.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures up tml (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5869816687822950886?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5869816687822950886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5869816687822950886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5869816687822950886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5869816687822950886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-with-hannah-and-tze.html' title='Out with hannah and tze!'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-910205479938068137</id><published>2008-05-06T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:59:30.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOTS</title><content type='html'>I couldn't finish my F&amp;amp;n Decision Making. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I've sent an email to Mrs Chan and hope it will be approved.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wednesday NO SCHOOL. woooooooots. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS crazy shopping with TANYA online just now. WOOOT. she is crazy. HAHA, me too! I couldn't resist those beautiful clothes (: I love them. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Now, left a few more papers, Jiayou!.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im going for tuition soooooon. Chemistry and Maths. HEH. good luck to me. I will be so packed with homeworks already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ohyes. Ben is so full of crap. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i so love the sound of typing. hehehehe. especially when I type non stop, in a quiet surrounding. This sound rocks soooooooooo much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-910205479938068137?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/910205479938068137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=910205479938068137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/910205479938068137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/910205479938068137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/wooots.html' title='WOOOTS'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3771703657601132860</id><published>2008-05-04T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:24:42.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I have no time to blogg.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE tml is chem and maths paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okok. study. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackkks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3771703657601132860?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3771703657601132860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3771703657601132860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3771703657601132860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3771703657601132860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7652908430447205529</id><published>2008-05-02T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:25:54.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday - labour day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of staying at home to study. I went out with shery, ben, and a few of shery's friend. Went to cineleisure to sing &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kbox.&lt;/span&gt; [: itwas fun. Junwei came at the later part of the kbox thing. hahahaha, damn funny. Junwei taught me maths, and yep. LOL. ok, Ben and me tried singing together, but we cant. My voice too high, his too low. LOL. shall go kbox again. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to AMK to da bao to shery's house to eat, saw shery's auntie and bla bla bla, i shan't go into details, because its like really alot of details. haha. So yep, Anyway, Junwei was like going around the whole place making friends with shery's relatives. LOL . &amp;amp; shery was telling me,&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT. If my mother knows about Junwei being so friendly and like him, i WILL DIE."&lt;br /&gt;JOKE.LOL [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today - School Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had history and Maths paper today.&lt;br /&gt;after that went to celebrate XQ's birtday at ajisen. lols (:&lt;br /&gt;had fun, and left the place. shant go into details cos quite late already. yeps. so ya. &lt;s&gt;I shall continue blogging about it tomorrow.and yep. pictures tml toooo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tunee.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited/ on 3rdmay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to give Xq a surprise. lols. many many things happen.&lt;br /&gt;inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="708" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01436.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="683" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01433.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01432.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xueqi's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I was the photographer. hehh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="764" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01442.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="694" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01441.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="1023" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01440.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="729" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01481.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="1025" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01477.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 379px" height="949" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01463.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 425px" height="638" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01458.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01453.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 419px" height="729" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01453.jpg" width="467" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="791" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01450.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="655" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01447.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7652908430447205529?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7652908430447205529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7652908430447205529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7652908430447205529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7652908430447205529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-enjoyed.html' title='I enjoyed'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6049178781219706696</id><published>2008-05-01T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:50:23.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. JOKE</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TIM (:&lt;br /&gt;Stop getting spastic people to come my blog and tag pleaseee.&lt;br /&gt;it will make you look more like my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;oh my, you are cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;continue what you are doing la ok.&lt;br /&gt;hhahaha, and i just called you a dog to aggrevate you, and i can't believed it worked! hahahaha. continue dog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you wanna prove that you are really MY dog, &lt;em&gt;which i feel like abondoning already&lt;/em&gt;, continue tagging luh ok (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that really will prove that you are MY dog. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeros. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6049178781219706696?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6049178781219706696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6049178781219706696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6049178781219706696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6049178781219706696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahahahahahaha-joke.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. JOKE'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4362409285149192919</id><published>2008-05-01T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:24:39.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have fun timothy.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;tim, thanks for entertaining. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;because you were made a joke at weiny's blog. =x woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you have been banned la.&lt;br /&gt;and if you want your money back, den you tell shery your bank acc. Or your address you give me, i mail to your house. (:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever ok.&lt;br /&gt;If you got so much time to continue typing, den continue, i don't have so much t ime to play with you. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4362409285149192919?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4362409285149192919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4362409285149192919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4362409285149192919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4362409285149192919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-fun-timothy.html' title='have fun timothy.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5762639224691579217</id><published>2008-04-30T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:16:49.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot.</title><content type='html'>Today was like another ________ day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ACTUALLY, everything could be well, except for this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blooooody&lt;/span&gt; incident. Well, i shall not say anymore, because it might &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; caused the mood for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 papers down, 7 papers to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study for both Physics and Social Studies paper,yet social studies came out things that I know. &amp;amp; physics was totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have a 2nd chance, MCQ! -Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinny i damn love :)&lt;br /&gt;Sisters and brothers i love :)&lt;br /&gt;jiaowei queen i love :)&lt;br /&gt;everyone i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;teapot i detest.&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/6287121323680070396-5762639224691579217?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5762639224691579217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5762639224691579217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5762639224691579217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5762639224691579217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/woot.html' title='woot.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7755632088871726349</id><published>2008-04-30T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:03:36.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY ATTENTION LA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I KNOW THAT YOU &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ARE READING THIS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fucker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So what if i screwed up my studies.&lt;br /&gt;So what if i said i wanted to study and gave up on my subjects&lt;br /&gt;So what if i screwed up my own fucking life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS NONE OF YOUR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCKING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BUSINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE BELIEVING IN WHOEVER YOU WANNA BELIEVE, GO AHEAD LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND STOP ASSUMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T ASSUME THAT I WAS SAYING -JIE JUST NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I WASN'T OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU are not my mother/father or whatever SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU DON'T judge my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I LEAD my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T come and tell me all those shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I DONT EVEN CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just fuck off will you.&lt;br /&gt;you spoilt my fucking mood today.&lt;br /&gt;you fucker. fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7755632088871726349?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7755632088871726349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7755632088871726349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7755632088871726349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7755632088871726349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/pay-attention-la.html' title='PAY ATTENTION LA.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8456796789890449860</id><published>2008-04-29T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:16:20.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good luck..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 papers down, 9 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;English paper was half screwed. So ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm giving up on Social studies tomorrow, as well as physics. so yep. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;good luck everyone. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-8456796789890449860?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8456796789890449860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8456796789890449860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8456796789890449860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8456796789890449860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-luck.html' title='good luck..'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2604811673622102506</id><published>2008-04-28T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:21:22.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off</title><content type='html'>In life, there's often ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;strong&gt; moody&lt;/strong&gt; since the beginning of the day, obviously, its due to my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;It did not start well, like my normal days would be.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying my very best to put up the smile in front of them, but somehow, sometimes i failed, and i got neglected. Im definitely not trying to complain or whatsoever, im just trying to make it noticeable, make them aware, that im actually suffering, right before their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studies, i'm like a failure in this aspect of life. Studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From express, to Normal Acad. I suck, totally.&lt;br /&gt;It really irks me, and my heart will start to break whenever i see all my friends, graduating to Junior colleges and polytechnics, some ITE. Im totally lying if i were to tell you one day,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! how have you been? Im absolutely fine in Secondary school. " Now i tell you, im lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling at the least bit, GOOD. Or whatever. my mum goes around telling people, my daughter doing O level, so naturally, people will think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olevel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; Secondary 4 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; Express &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;Smart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is like the most natural thing. and I hate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate everything pertaining to life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVERY SINGLE THING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me worse was,&lt;br /&gt;Faris made me remember of those 'fond' memories in the past. Those that i really hate alot. I don't want to remember all of them. But i won't blame him, because he don't know anything. ohwells, Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. So much.&lt;br /&gt;Get lost will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kick someone, and wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;I hate life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel that im just escaping from reality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2604811673622102506?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2604811673622102506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2604811673622102506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2604811673622102506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2604811673622102506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck off'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4908515419920857632</id><published>2008-04-28T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:02:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Now,&lt;br /&gt;I would rather study, than to have exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate exams totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4908515419920857632?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4908515419920857632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4908515419920857632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4908515419920857632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4908515419920857632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Exams&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1590423885088911845</id><published>2008-04-27T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:58:31.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My prayers heard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prayers were heard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be home the whole day, until i received xueqi's sms, that she can meet me and lend me her social studies book. You know, at the point of time, i was dreading God. =x Dreading any God up there, for making me such a forgetful person, dreading that I have alot of bad points, dreading this and that. &amp;amp; hoped that someone up there will save me. I thought that I was just dreading lah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my prayers were sort of heard (:&lt;br /&gt;Xueqi called me, and i can copy my social studies notes. I am rescued for Wednesday's exams. And just now, I managed to copy 26 Factors from the social studies book, in half an hour. &lt;u&gt;WOOT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just during that point of time, I felt a relief. No stress, No troubles, nothing, and I just continued writing and trying to memorise at the same time. Half an hour, I managed to do it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;最高境界.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow I'm having Chinese exam. Both paper 1 and 2.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I did not touch a single note my teacher gave, except the 好作文, that I just scanned through. Die le. Tomorrow confirm die. I think I can't even write out a proper 报章报道 tomorrow lah! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Worries&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading my blog now,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; please pray for me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I can pass with flying colours. =X&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for an A1.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda ridiculous or something.  And so many people out there's going to kill me. I did not study, and yet I want an A1. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something even more ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Auntie Mary, decided to do some matchmaking session for me and Auntie mary's son -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which is like _______ &lt;strong&gt;( Please fill in whatever words you want ).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's rather ridiculous la. freak.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Something random, i saw joseph and junwu today outside chew's optics. LOL. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youknowwho (:&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/6287121323680070396-1590423885088911845?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1590423885088911845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1590423885088911845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1590423885088911845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1590423885088911845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-prayers-heard.html' title='My prayers heard.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2986446055374859650</id><published>2008-04-26T14:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:16:42.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The farewell,</title><content type='html'>She and I live in the same area, used to have a same boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;she betrayed me once and now, asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend currently, whom might treat her well. This person is her first love, and might be her last.&lt;br /&gt;They broke up due to his mum, and her mum too, didn't allow. Now, she has a boyfriend, who dote and love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke me and him up. And we couldn't be together.&lt;br /&gt;That totally remind me of the past, and a year ago, when &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; asked me to return to his side.&lt;br /&gt;You took away my happiness for three years, &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; whole years. I couldn't forgive you for that. Now, I can never trust any one, anymore. At least not any random guys. All because of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Even if I were to forgive you now, we &lt;s&gt;can&lt;/s&gt;not be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now, clearly here.&lt;br /&gt;You = You&lt;br /&gt;Me = Me&lt;br /&gt;There's no '&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To the him, &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; past, as well as mine.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; To the him, who have broken my heart right from the start of the 4 years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; To the same him, who left me all alone in Singapore, and you Australia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you and her broke up, soon after that incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know that you chased after me after i ran down that 20 o' steps of stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I also know that you were waiting for me all the while when you were in Auzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I have forgave you my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But, its definitely not enough for us to be together again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know if you are reading this or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because whenever i'm on the phone with you, you will always know what i need, and how am i feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for always being my angel, but. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From, your once beloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.24pm/editedd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;杨宗纬-洋葱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/bULDr-YHdT/aus=" width="300" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你眼神能够为我&lt;br /&gt;片刻的降临&lt;br /&gt;如果你能听到&lt;br /&gt;心碎的声音&lt;br /&gt;沉默的守护著你&lt;br /&gt;沉默的等奇迹&lt;br /&gt;沉默的让自己&lt;br /&gt;像是空气&lt;br /&gt;大家都吃著聊著笑著&lt;br /&gt;今晚多开心&lt;br /&gt;最角落里的我&lt;br /&gt;笑得多合群&lt;br /&gt;盘底的洋葱像我&lt;br /&gt;永远是调味品&lt;br /&gt;偷偷的看著你&lt;br /&gt;偷偷的隐藏著自己&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心&lt;br /&gt;你会发现你会讶异&lt;br /&gt;你是我最压抑&lt;br /&gt;最深处的秘密&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心&lt;br /&gt;你会鼻酸你会流泪&lt;br /&gt;只要你能听到我&lt;br /&gt;看到我的全心全意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听你说你和你的他们&lt;br /&gt;暧昧的空气&lt;br /&gt;我和我的绝望&lt;br /&gt;装得很风趣&lt;br /&gt;我就样一颗洋葱&lt;br /&gt;永远是配角戏&lt;br /&gt;多希望能与你有一秒&lt;br /&gt;专属的剧情&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2986446055374859650?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2986446055374859650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2986446055374859650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2986446055374859650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2986446055374859650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell.html' title='The farewell,'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-44008085072326392</id><published>2008-04-25T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:20:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First love-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/B3ngrY3cPZ/aus=false/" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/B3ngrY3cPZ/aus=false/" height="340" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this song.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i love its lyrics, so much, that it brought me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;You are in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about the days that we had&lt;br /&gt;And i dream that these would all come back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just like your memories&lt;br /&gt;How I want here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't say no&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one in my life&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe i can never find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like you &lt;br /&gt;my first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Your are in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that it will all come back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just like your memories&lt;br /&gt;And how I want here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;yah yah yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever you are still the one&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe I could never find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;My first love&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't say no&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe I could never find&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-44008085072326392?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/44008085072326392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=44008085072326392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/44008085072326392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/44008085072326392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-love.html' title='First love-'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-381322716873201626</id><published>2008-04-24T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:53:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially, school sucks</title><content type='html'>Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;School officially sucks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired today, and i practically slept through the whole 4 periods before recess. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;During recess, we went to the library(asusual), however, the librarian didn't allow us to use the computer. ARGH. But she let the Guys use. Which is. to us, very unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So, me and christine decided to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;We went in, and we keep 'scolding' her. Say shes an old vigin or something. HAHAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, Night study just now. Went to school for a test.&lt;br /&gt;Foget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im so looking forward to tml. Because its my last day in school for the week. Yet i hope time can stop on saturday ): because monday is exam. *SCREEEEEAAMS ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-381322716873201626?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/381322716873201626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=381322716873201626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/381322716873201626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/381322716873201626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/officially-school-sucks.html' title='officially, school sucks'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-116322644134403430</id><published>2008-04-23T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:24:59.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>I have been sleeping at like 3am everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was _______ ( as usual), and yes.&lt;br /&gt;today was oral.&lt;br /&gt;It was so terribly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. don't mention it again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. sleeping time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-116322644134403430?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116322644134403430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=116322644134403430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/116322644134403430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/116322644134403430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-989991234289235437</id><published>2008-04-23T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:08:08.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>I finally can complete my rubiks cube, and im like so happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks shifus: 'Kelly', Weili, Samuel, and Yunxiang (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in school, and the day went downhill, immediately after recess. Totally no mood. Than after school, went to Yarkam's house and we did alot of stupid stuffs. Watched DBSK's T album's MTVs as well as some parts of their concerts. Woot. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Xiah is so cute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know What im talking about, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;go to yahoo, and search. &lt;u&gt;DBSK&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, after that went back to school for night study. Left school at about 8pm, and went to the library. I borrowed 2 storybooks. Well, Im like trying to 临时抱佛脚 for next week's English exam. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is our class' oral. Im like praying so hard that i won't fail it, because it's kinda important to me. I take it as a gauge to my standard you knowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i shall go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I haven been spending alot of time with my bed. I think I should already.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are getting me creeped up. I hate exams, and i suppose no one does. Ohwell, Sleeping time. nights (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-989991234289235437?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/989991234289235437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=989991234289235437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/989991234289235437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/989991234289235437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3508604515737510307</id><published>2008-04-21T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:18:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomed</title><content type='html'>I ain't trying to MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have been through O levels should know that my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MTL paper O level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;u&gt;starting in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 month's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, not kidding. &lt;/i&gt;A month.&lt;br /&gt;People always claim that I am those smarter students in class who really mug hard during/when exams are apporaching. Im not bratting. But seriously, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; those who mug hard when exam approaches.&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; those who scores extremely well for exams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;like CangNing, or Shiteng, or whosoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know I'm going to be so dead for &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; MTL paper that I will have to take in a month's time. I haven't start mugging, even though i keep telling myself that I &lt;u&gt;WANT&lt;/u&gt; to get A1 for that subject. I haven't been able to switch my brain cells to get them to stop playing and start mugging hard. I have been slacking practically every single day. Because, I haven't start mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main point here is that. &lt;u&gt;I'm so going to be dead.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; for those people who know me well, should know that I'm crapping, by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all because of one simple reason. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm bored, and I ain't mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of the crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fine day. Wasn't emoing as much as the previous days. Had cramps in school. Which is like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;out of the norm&lt;/span&gt;, because I don't usually have cramps. And than, was lessons and than F&amp;amp;N period to the ITC lab.&lt;br /&gt;I love F&amp;amp;N lessons not because of the teacher, nor the subject. It is because I can go to the ITC lab and do whatever things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the whole class got infuenced and they were blogshopping.&lt;br /&gt;Some were listening to songs and downloading songs.&lt;br /&gt;Some were blogging and looking at friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Some were screaming and crapping in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was online&lt;/span&gt;, chatting with bearbear's sister.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her, alot of things. &lt;i&gt;alot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearbear's sister is a very fun lady. Matured and all. (:&lt;br /&gt;I like her. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, I couldn't really say/elaborate so much on what I talked to her about. It was somethings about, bearbear. THATS ALL. &lt;i&gt;I'm so not going to say anymore things already.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F&amp;amp;N DM was terribly done.&lt;/span&gt; With all the mistakes all over.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are willing to be my guinea pig for my F&amp;amp;N practical please inform me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;Was chatting with Weiny the Jiaowei queen just now.&lt;br /&gt;Told her about F&amp;amp;N coursework, and she keep asking me to Jiaowei in my coursework and during O level if I really don't know how to do. HAHA. Thats how her name came about.&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3508604515737510307?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3508604515737510307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3508604515737510307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3508604515737510307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3508604515737510307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/doomed.html' title='Doomed'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3722119559864198825</id><published>2008-04-18T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:14:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sportsday &amp; Shopping@Bugis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A tiring day today. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sports day early in the morning. Woots. This year without suren, kailing, vickey. Sports day seemed to not have any 'colours'. heh. But anyways, the cheering part, we got 3rd, and the overall sports, we got last. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sports day, went home and fell into a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deeeeeeeeep &lt;/span&gt;sleep. supposed to meet Tanya at 4pm, in the end I woke up at like 3.10pm? And I need to take like at least 45mins to get to Dover. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to reach there in the end, and head straight down to bugis. We went for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, at bugis street. weets, going for another round during my June holidays because its forever not enough for us!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we love shopping&lt;/span&gt;. heh heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate ajisen, and then Tanya laaaa. Don't wnat to help me eat. Say she full liao. wth. In the end I had to stuff everything down my throat. Very bloated you know!! HAHA. After that we went to take neoprints, ohwell, I didn't know that bearbear was at bugis during that period of time too. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, pictures time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stadium, notice the 2 little small cuties. HAHA. they're our house mascort. LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="786" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01404.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01402.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="763" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01401.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching them the dance steps, and giving out instuctions. Look so professional ah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="769" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01403.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very 陌生 machine, even though we used it before like dunno how many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="746" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01405.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i decorated this. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01406.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 999 seconds to do everything. But when we finish decorating everything, its still 999 seconds. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan0005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="990" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/scan0005.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan0004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="1038" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/scan0004.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan00031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="1017" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/scan00031.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scan00021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="971" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/scan00021.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took the train home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Tanya's emo face. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 480px" height="1020" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01408.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 准 luh she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01418.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 518px" height="954" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01418.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so spastic in this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 516px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01421.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself so much. So yep. I really hope everyday will be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No school = FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我爱没有读书的时候.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&amp;amp; I thought of you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;mantou told me that stefan got into boys' home for glue sniffing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be inside for 18months. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;I really suggest those who started to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know who im referring to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3722119559864198825?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3722119559864198825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3722119559864198825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3722119559864198825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3722119559864198825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/sportsday-shoppingbugis.html' title='Sportsday &amp; Shopping@Bugis'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5374335008639804774</id><published>2008-04-16T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:45:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and again</title><content type='html'>Im so going to hate my current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life is all about choosing right/wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did chose right in the past, I wouldn't have gone to NA. I might be in SP now with Tanya Twinny, enjoying the guys over there and those stupid lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did chose right in the past, I wouldn't have made my mum scold me so terribly that I were made/ were forced to choose the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be given a chance ever again. I would not make the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[IF]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were to choose again, I would listen to my mum and be a good MAMA-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were to choose again, I would study so hard that I will get into the course that I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were to choose again, I would study hard and not come to NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were to choose again, I would make friends so wisely, that I will analyse them for 1 whole entire year before being friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If If If, all the Ifs again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had PE lesson this morning, but I wasn't in my PE attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught some pictures of the 2 NA classes playing captains ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with like 6VS6, in the end it turn out to be like 10 VS 10? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the teacher joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 626px" height="845" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01397.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 432px; HEIGHT: 537px" height="734" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01396.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;During Social Studies lesson, sort of like emo-ed luh. I keep hitting my hand on the back of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My chair not pain ley, my hand very pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There is this blue black on it now. LOL. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tanya and I on the topic of guys. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the most interesting topic of the day la. DUH. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping with her like this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I so love Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sports day &amp;amp; Meeting with Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ohman. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you Tanya&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5374335008639804774?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5374335008639804774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5374335008639804774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5374335008639804774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5374335008639804774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-and-again.html' title='Time and again'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6643415376993700421</id><published>2008-04-15T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:52:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well,</title><content type='html'>At the stroke of morning, I lost site of myself. I found myself in between the cracks of my bedroom floor, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forever lost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I tossed and turned myself to bed. I stared at the ceiling. And today, I woke up with dry eyes. I told myself last night that today will be okay. I was going to start a new day, a brand new day. And I knew that I was going to take control of my life. But eventually, reality hit me hard on the back. Emotionally, Mentally, Physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt totally helpless. I had no one to call out to, no one to think of, and no one to say that he loves you. I felt non-existant, however, at the same time, alive enough to feel the pain, the agony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've seen flashes of myself being killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, like I was tied with masking tapes on my hands and mouth, being tied up so tightly that i could barely move. Then, came a flash of light, and beautifully coloured blood dripped out from my wrist. I was being drove to this place, very dark, very big. The next moment, all i could experience was the taste of salt, streaming down my face. I felt numb, all over. I could not move, neither could I hear, nor speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was paralysed until 6.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like what I've said in my previous post, many things had happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes, I might be unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Unreasonalbe in the sense that, I do things without thinking about the consequence. Ohwell, I think I really have to change that bad habit in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;, I still don't think that i deserve such treatment although I have this bad habit right. Ask your self, do I deserve such stuffs? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year did not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; start right. I believe that it would just continue this way, until I do something about it. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the day, I feel that &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had a loss of love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I realise, that  love is a word I often use. I think that some people believe it just too lightly. But I don't because everything came out from my heart to my lips. Things have been changing alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different sides of people's personality that were not expected of,  have been revealed. Thoughts and dreams broken.  Once again in my life.  I loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;有时候，我真的不知道该怎么办才好&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;虽然，当我需要你的时候你都会在我的身边&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;但是，这些美好的日子是会过去的&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/6287121323680070396-6643415376993700421?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6643415376993700421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6643415376993700421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6643415376993700421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6643415376993700421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-well.html' title='Oh well,'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8551467905935762345</id><published>2008-04-14T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:51:07.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, hais. I don't know whats wrong with my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;EEK&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*smacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been happening.&lt;br /&gt;So many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves the word 'if ', I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;The word - if, reminds me of fantasy, fantasy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;" If only I studied hard, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;" If only I do this, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;" If only I do that, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this, If only that. hais.&lt;br /&gt;*Kicks asses&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know bearbear said.&lt;br /&gt;" If next time you no boyf, and if I also no girlf. Bearbear will want you de."  - and again, the word ' If ' is present.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he still don't know anything yet. Ok la, no one knows anything. Oh well, I sincerely wishes him and his girlf all the best, but well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sighs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;u&gt;stop this distraught&lt;/u&gt; in me. Can I? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i shall not bother about those grief stricken things anymore. Its affecting me hell lot. &amp;amp; I really don't want theeeese to happen. Get out of my life, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;SHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right right, i just realise I have yet done my homework, so yep. I shall leave this already. (:&lt;br /&gt;All the best Liying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can get rid of 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/6287121323680070396-8551467905935762345?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8551467905935762345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8551467905935762345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8551467905935762345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8551467905935762345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-believe-that.html' title='I believe that..'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6892242951858723477</id><published>2008-04-11T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:01:34.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>My life have been like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;roller coaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ride.&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened within these short few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hais~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 11:40pm.&lt;br /&gt;Its like can die. Hais, secondary school and secondary friends are so boring. Except for a few of cos. Those that spice up my life &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; well (:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable and wonderful life in secondary school, I will forever not forget. Yeps. Although its like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;________________________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is seriously getting boring lately, because O levels are coming and teachers are not joking much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don't like school as much as secondary 2 and 3 already. I don't like the system now. I don't like some of the people around me now. I don't like some teachers and some subjects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things are like so ____ nowadays. Fill in the blank yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going '扫墓' tml. yep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6892242951858723477?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6892242951858723477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6892242951858723477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6892242951858723477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6892242951858723477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5621362993941728016</id><published>2008-03-24T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:33:49.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ 我爱你</title><content type='html'>I have just came across this song from a blog and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gSqHeAiu5U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gSqHeAiu5U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;      &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想过一件事&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是坏的事&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直对自己坚持&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的意思&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像风没有理由&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轻轻吹着走&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁爱谁没有&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓的对与错&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管时间&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说着我们在一起有多坎坷&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不敢去证实&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你两个字&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是对自己矜持&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也不是讽刺&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别人都在说我其实很无知&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样的感情被认定很放肆&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很不服&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还在想着那件事&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你已经不能控制&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天想我一次&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你因为我而诚实&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你看我的电影&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听我爱的CD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你能带我一起旅行&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你决定跟随感觉&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为爱勇敢一次&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你说我们有彼此&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你会开始相信&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这般恋爱心情&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你能给我如果的事&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只要你一件如果的事&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会奋不顾身地去爱你 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ 我还爱你 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my dear,this song is dedicated t you.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tell you yet - tht i still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5621362993941728016?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5621362993941728016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5621362993941728016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5621362993941728016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5621362993941728016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='♥ 我爱你'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3064584879557867438</id><published>2008-03-20T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:59:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone asking me to update already. This few days have been quite busy about blogshop. hmm. ):  Ask your friends to get contact lens from me ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;its cheap. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HooRAYY&lt;/strong&gt; TO KSS.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;no need to pay money for adam khoo workshop.&lt;/strong&gt; WOOTS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the course will start next weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. Im so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes of cos, i will be home very late during that period of time, and etc etc. aaww ):&lt;br /&gt;ohya. Ive started on a new game, cabalsea. PLAY WITH ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3064584879557867438?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3064584879557867438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3064584879557867438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3064584879557867438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3064584879557867438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5158734133442107987</id><published>2008-03-18T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:44:40.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSHOP.</title><content type='html'>HI EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;life is good recently. yea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've open a blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;HTTP://APPLE-XLOVE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care look ya, and help me tell your friends abt it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5158734133442107987?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5158734133442107987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5158734133442107987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5158734133442107987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5158734133442107987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogshop.html' title='BLOGSHOP.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8673998323049422577</id><published>2008-03-17T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:55:04.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologise</title><content type='html'>I apologis for the inactiveness in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy doing my F&amp;amp;N coursework for the past few days. Will update once everything is back to normal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-8673998323049422577?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8673998323049422577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8673998323049422577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8673998323049422577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8673998323049422577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-apologise.html' title='I apologise'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7786573913873917796</id><published>2008-03-15T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:20:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecisive</title><content type='html'>I have got totally&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; idea of how my life is going to be, I couldn't predict. It's like, tomorrow will be so different from today, &amp;amp; I'm undecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths or Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Go or Not go?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep or Don't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Play or Don't play?&lt;br /&gt;Think or Don't think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so undecisive, &amp;amp; I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm born to be like this, maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because you confused me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7786573913873917796?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7786573913873917796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7786573913873917796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7786573913873917796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7786573913873917796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/undecisive.html' title='Undecisive'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2603350093480539383</id><published>2008-03-13T20:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:05:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7tips of keeping a healthy family relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=family.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/family.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A family is like a team - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ogether &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;veryone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;cheive&lt;/span&gt; a same &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ission"&lt;br /&gt;         -Liying&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I am still doing my research on &lt;s&gt;dreams&lt;/s&gt;, so i will start on this topic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Before that, I want to say that, I have added pictures on the outing yesterday. Its below this post. :) edited.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about certain people with family problems, however, what caused all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Family is defined as "A group of blood related people, living under one roof." &amp;amp; this is how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually tell people that I'm from a problem free family, because I have my own reasons. I don't come from a family that is extremely free from problems. Be it, monetary, relationship or otherwise. Although from a 3rd person's point of view, my family might be one of the best family combination or something. However, I can tell you that the answer is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wanted to give birth to only 2 children initially, however, in year 1998, my mum got pregnant. At that point of time, my 2nd sister was only 4. She was a young girl, who knew nothing of such. Until recently, my family became chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;The moment someone stepped into the house, no matter, how much you tried to stop a 'war' from breaking out, it will still do. My 2nd sister, now a teenager like me, have been trying to tell me that my youngest sister &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; a mistake. A mistake made by adults, that have caused us all to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't you agree? She's really a mistake what. Born out into this world for what. Mum should have aborted her last time lor. Walao," &lt;/span&gt;these are the frequent screams that I have been hearing all along. Although I have been chiding my sister, but it just wouldn't stop her from saying those mean things. So what more can I say? Except keeping myself quiet at the corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to professionals, avoiding quarrels and making sure that the family bonds together, is a very important.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; relates with you on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW TO MAINTAIN GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR FAMILY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Listening as a way to help another person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; sometimes called "cathartic" listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Listening is an exceedingly important type of communication between one person and another, and it involves the process of releasing emotions, sharing problems, as well as ventilating feelings. The positive actions that can be used to show empathy when one is releasing emotions, sharing problems or etc, is to do some actions that can show your concern towards him/her. The speaker invites you into his/her private world and there, you have to show that you are really with the person. How can you do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- By communicating in a non-verbal way. For example, a nod of the head, a smile or maybe, lifting your eyebrows, can indicate agreement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Basic verbal expressions. For example, "Uh-huh, Hmm, Ok, Really?!" not only able to show that you have been listening to the speaker, but also giving a form of encouragement to the speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Complax verbal expressions. For example, "What happen after that? What did he do to you?", these can give the speaker a good feeling, and the bond between both of you might be closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Don't look for people to blame, find solutions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't use words like, "It's all your fault!" or "Its YOU!". Blaming others will not solve the problem, but it will worsen the situation. Therefore, when things go wrong, don't just look for someone to blame.  Keep the family together and turn the effort towards finding a solution.  In doing so, analyze the circumstances as well as the motivations of those involved, and take the action that is necessary to put the situation back on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The types of apologies that are most common in our lifes, however, it has very different meaning, though in the end, it still meant sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i. "I'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It is commonly used, and has different depths of sincerity depending on how you say them. It has lost its usage for serious occasions and it can be several times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ii. "I apologize"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This, definitely has more significance, however if misused, problems will still not be resolved. For example, one day, a man wants to apologize to my secretary.  He began his so-called apology, "You misunderstood me."  This immediately led to an argument, because it implies that the secretary was at fault, and the situation grew worse than it was before.  If he could rephrase what he meant, the situation might be different.It would also have called for a difference in attitude if man says, "I apologize.  I did not make myself clear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.bbll.com/cgi-bin/members.cgi/APOLOGY" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbll.com/images/empty.gif" alt="Apologizing, Apologising, Apologized, Apologised, Apology, Misunderstandings, Misunderstood" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  One of the most gracious responses to an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;iii. "Please forgive me.  I have offended you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is meant for a more serious occasion. For example,  it would be definitely more appropriate to say, I know I hurt your feelings last night with the things I said about the dinner.  I am truly sorry.  Please forgive me." This sounds more sincere and will make your life easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Control your anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, anger can serve as an eventful purpose. Especially when a person has something stuck in her craw, and anger is needed to let it all spill out. An exchange of emotions will come, and a follow up of rational. However, excessively getting angry is not a very good sign. It shows how much one feel for the relationship and it also depends on the ability to identify the problem and the willingness to change over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Anyone can become angry - that is easy.   But to be angry at the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not easy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Aristotle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There are 3 types of praise in this society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- The social compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Praise designed to build self-esteem, to motivate, and to help build character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Praise designed to build relationships and encourage cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For family, we fall into the 2nd and 3rd category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Praise and appreciation are crucial in the development of our self-images and how we think and feel about ourselves.  A good self-image &lt;u&gt;not only&lt;/u&gt; affects a person's well-being, but it influences performance as well.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Praise forges bonds of mutual respect, especially in relationships in which people want to please and do for each other. An alternative to encouraging cooperation is the attempt to force or pressure individuals into taking the action you dictate. Definitely, by your superior power, you can make a 3-year-old do things, but you cannot make an adult do things.   An adult has a choice of their own.   He or she can quit the job, in one set of circumstances, or in another quit the relationship.   When an adult quits a marriage, thats when divorce comes into the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Expressing Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Expressing gratitude makes both person happy. Be it the giver, or receiver. Some words that were just supposed to be said, for the sake of saying, to another person, you do not know how much these words mean to her/him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bringing a bad news across, by using a considerate way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; Try to be as composed to yourself as much as you possibly can is an important requirement in presenting bad news to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now, with all the 7 tips in hand. Maintain a good relationship with your family members, because no matter what happen be it now or in the future, they will always be the ones by you. Cause they love you. You are blood related. and Blood is thicker then water :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got this inspiration from, 'The 7HABITS of highly effective teens' HEH HEH, &amp;amp; mine's  '7tips of maintaining healthy family relationship'. HAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fC52tTW4Qv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fC52tTW4Qv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oh damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Liying is emo-ing again. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6287121323680070396-2603350093480539383?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2603350093480539383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2603350093480539383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2603350093480539383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2603350093480539383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/family.html' title='7tips of keeping a healthy family relationship'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1854224019919724439</id><published>2008-03-13T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:59:47.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out!</title><content type='html'>I was out with Tanya today after such a long time. However the rained spoiled our mood. I was really into the mood of going out when the heavy rain came. Was pretty annoyed. Anyway, I bought a belt while shopping, and headed to the movies at Cineleisure. Watched Sky of Love, and ya, the show still brings sourness to my heart, and I cried a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be about dreams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited/march13]&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, went out with tanya and watched the sky of love. I can tell you that i'm in love with the sky too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pictures time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01156.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had chocolates, 1 for $1.25 ok. Not cheap. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 209px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC02189.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS teh CHOCS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01157.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the cinema hall to be open. I took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 209px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01155.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Tanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 377px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01153.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 380px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01152.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 378px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01150.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1854224019919724439?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1854224019919724439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1854224019919724439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1854224019919724439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1854224019919724439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/out.html' title='Out!'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4353813384207917522</id><published>2008-03-11T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:18:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheLeapYears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so sorry that I did not take any pictures for blogging today, because the whole day is so hectic. &amp;amp; the beginning of the &lt;u&gt;WHOLE&lt;/u&gt; day starts as early as 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and went to my cousin's house to help out with her homecooked 'buffet' style. Ate plenty of things in the afternoon, and off i go with one of my cousin, to watch movie - The Leap Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an excellant movie and i really wonder why some people in the cinema say that its one of the worst movie they ever watched. Really don't understand them. -.- because i personally think that this storyline is very good. &amp;amp; interesting. :) Because, it really made me cry, alot, especially towards the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn alot in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is "Never say Never". One should quit saying the word never, because it is something that puts you down. Someone who doesn't use the word, or hardly use the word 'never', is a winner - is a successor. Not using the word 'never', shows that you have already won half of the battle. Use never only for affirmations -&lt;br /&gt;For example:  &lt;u&gt;"Never put off tomorrow what needs to be done today"&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;"Never ever give up"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't use them to down grade oneself, or to postpone something off till a later date -&lt;br /&gt;For example: &lt;u&gt;"I never do these/that"&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;"Never do well for exams because I don't like my teacher..."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all excuses. =/ Not good. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, the next thing i learn is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Its better to loved and lost, then to not loved at all."&lt;/u&gt; Even though this is may sound true. Some may think that it is definitely terrible if they were to leave their loved ones. But, I really think that, at least for me, personally, I think that, i would rather hold on to the believe that, at least, i still have him for once. At least, I was happy before. At least, I've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentioning all these because, most of the people that I know, is very unhappy about what they have been doing, and is very confused. They don't know which is the correct route to take, and where should they be heading to from today onwards. Should they continue what they are doing, or should they just leave their problems and do what they think will benefit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;talking from experience&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure about that. So please, believe what I have to say. I might have undergone certain things that some of you haven. So, don't make yourself a victim for those bad guys and bad girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I just met another guy who gave all his money to his girlfriend to keep. HAHA. girls find such guys, and you are lucky :) I think that this type of guys means that they will really stay by you, since you are keeping all their money already. Hmm (:&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I am going to sleep. Tomorrow is a school day for me, until 12pm. &amp;amp; shopping after that with my dearest Tanya. OK! Sleeping timee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, Febuary29th is the day when Saint started the legend. This VERY day, guys cannot reject any girl's propose, or will get fined. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA! One website to introduce, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.viwawa.com&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nights :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4353813384207917522?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4353813384207917522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4353813384207917522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4353813384207917522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4353813384207917522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/theleapyears.html' title='TheLeapYears'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7001723977186043049</id><published>2008-03-11T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:20:48.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGS reply :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;HI,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;TIANTIAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at my cousin's house now, and yep. Not home yet. HAHA. I will blog when I'm home. So ya. Here's my reply to all your tags. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TAGS REPLY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tanya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; LOL. yea, childish =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cang Ning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Thanks Hunny. :) You are a brave girl too. At least, the bravest I've seen so far. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TineX:&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Thanks So Much sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;JunJie:&lt;/span&gt; You are strong. Really. I know that she knows, you love her. &amp;amp; this love will never change. At least for as long I know. And Friend, You are strong too. And I've seen a growth in you, from last time till now. You've grown. So, cheer up. I know you can overcome this obstacles. Friends are always here with you. At least, I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hannah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; LOL. I try luh. Because I got F&amp;amp;N coursework to hand in on Monday, and Im not available Tml, Fri and Sat. Im afraid.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Update when I'm homeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Take care peeeeps, and continue reading my blog ^^  (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7001723977186043049?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7001723977186043049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7001723977186043049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7001723977186043049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7001723977186043049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/tags-reply.html' title='TAGS reply :)'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-527173018000240407</id><published>2008-03-10T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:24:00.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=puzzle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="214" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/puzzle.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having memories is the best thing on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the thing that pieces you up to be like -&lt;br /&gt;A human Being."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;- Liying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;HI!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining for the past few hours, how are you guys feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to catch a cold. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been thinking for the past 1hour, about my life in Primary and Secondary school. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Which are the years that I would really want to get back, if given a chance to.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Im talking about it with KianLoong now. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is, Primary 5, Sec 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;KianLoong's is Sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And what About yours? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are those moments in your life that really shape you into who you are. Maybe, into a positive, or into a negative way. It depends - really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, and. I was reminiscing about those memories with him. Haha. Times that we really got together. &amp;amp; I really think that fate is so, amazing. The fact that All of you, here looking at my blog, is fate. Fate brings us all together, and this is how all of us know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Those memories will forever be kept in my life. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt; the day I was born to the world. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing my godma. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; moving house. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; studying in Teckwhye Primary School. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing a bunch of wonderful schoolmates. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; moving up to Primary 3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; getting into Speech And Drama. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; moving up to Primary 4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; quarrelling with classmates. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; moving up to Primary 5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing true friend(: . &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; Primary 6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing the BEST 2 teachers in the universe (Mr koh, Miss Joanne Chua). &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;taking PSLE. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; moving on to different secondary schools. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; getting into ELDDS. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; having childish and innocent quarrels. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing a bunch of ELDDS monkeys. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; start loving ELDDS. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; Secondary 2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing a bunch of greatest brothers. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; playing basketball at the basketball court opposite school. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; Secondary 3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; celebrating Valentines' at carpark. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; dancing wildly. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; singing crazily. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; ELDDS camp. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; being guardian angels. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; using expired flours and bake muffins. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; getting thrashings and scoldings. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; separations. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; demotion. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; secondary 4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; a new class. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; a new surrounding. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; new teachers. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; putting down all pride and ego. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; remake friends. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; knowing a bunch of sisters. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; start learning well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; separations at the end of year. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; secondary 5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; striving for tests. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; badmouthing people. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; scolding teachers together. Until now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the summary. If i were to say in details. I think it would take another 16years for me to relate them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gratitudes for the past 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I thank GOD for letting me born in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me such wonderful parents.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me such a wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me such wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me so much love.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me the tons of breakups to make me grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for the different people who stepped on, and walked past me when I need someone to held me on.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD too, for giving me my little angels, to hold on to me, when I'm just about to fall flat.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me different opportunities to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD for giving me such a good learning experience that will up to the day i lie in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD for the many many many things in life that were being showered upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much GOD, for being here.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand word can't express the feeling that I'm having now. Life is just like a roller coaster ride. You don't know what is in front of you. Is it up, or down. Life is just so fantastic. &amp;amp; I strongly believe that it's GOD's way of making us all grow up. And thats how we start to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! Like what I have just mentioned. Life is full of memories, and its pieced up into a jigsaw puzzle - tittled &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Without a piece, we can never be perfect. And that's what we are made up of ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;takecare &amp;amp; good night. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-527173018000240407?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/527173018000240407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=527173018000240407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/527173018000240407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/527173018000240407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4610875132443735348</id><published>2008-03-09T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:31:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda's Birthday Party. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WENT TO CELEBRATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LITTLE COUSIN'S BIRTHDAY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPYYYY 4th BIRTHDAYY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to reminsce the past with the kids. LOL. my little cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO CUTE! &gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="677" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01097.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="1023" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01098.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01099.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of cause, the CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;This cake worth $110 ok! Its D24 durian, with NO cream. WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="1022" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01104.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy 4th birthday Amanda, Love mum and dad" WOOTS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="769" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01105.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="979" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01107.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little cousins &amp;amp; my Sister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01109.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happy birthday to you.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01111.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CROWDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="1026" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01101.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats all folks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4610875132443735348?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4610875132443735348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4610875132443735348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4610875132443735348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4610875132443735348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/amandas-birthday-party.html' title='Amanda&apos;s Birthday Party. :)'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1041432669650203730</id><published>2008-03-09T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:51:26.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, to contractors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=friends.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="231" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/friends.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go.Leaving a footprint everytime.&lt;br /&gt;But true friends come and stay. And be there whenever you need them. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends act as a pillar of support whenever you need them. They come into your life, at different parts of your growing years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now i ask, do &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; treasure your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are just like the contractors for your house. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A low grade contractor&lt;/strong&gt; come and build a house - a stick house. A stick house can be blown down by the wind very easily and is unable to withstand natural disasters. This contractor do not have the heart to build up house for you. This reflects the type of friends you make. A low grade contractor are like Not-so-good friends. They do not put in effort to build up the friendship wth you. This results in the fragile friendship that will not be able to withstand obstacles. And they leave you when problem arises. Thus, this type of friendship are &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; true friends, and &lt;u&gt;will not&lt;/u&gt; last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A normal contractor&lt;/strong&gt;, builds a house that is made up of planks and wood. Definitely, it is stronger than that of a stick house. It can withstand much natural disasters, but not all. Wooden houses can still collapse and it is absolutely as fragile as that of a stick house. Although it is made up of better resources. Just like normal friends. Normal friends just come and go. They might stay to help you in a way and another, but eventually, they will still leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; A high grade contractor&lt;/strong&gt;, build buildings made up of cement and bricks. Those that will not be able to collapse as easy as the stick/wooden houses. Its just like true friends. True friends build a bond with you, that is unable to be broken down so easily. They overcome thousands of thunderstorms, lightnings, as well as sunny days with you. These friends are hard to come by. We have to treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, what I've just said doesn't make sense to you. But it does to me. I was bloghopping and landed on Cang Ning's blog that gave me this inspiration when she refer life as cars. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to those who have lost your love, or feel lost because of love. Here's something for you:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't hurry love, you just have to wait, love don't come easy. Its a game of give and take. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hannah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="172" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/hannah.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --- Hannah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Every relationship fails for a reason, cause ultimately theres a best one waiting at the end. Keep believing in love. Love never fails, so when it fails, you can be sure that, that's not love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                             --- Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) going for birthday celebration for little cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If somebody asks why, why i loved the way I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll answer that, both of us were authentic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; That is my &lt;u&gt;Only&lt;/u&gt; answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) have a nice day ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1041432669650203730?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1041432669650203730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1041432669650203730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1041432669650203730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1041432669650203730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends-to-contractors.html' title='Friends, to contractors.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1847090064558592141</id><published>2008-03-08T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:12:40.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;I Feel D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=balloons-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="343" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/balloons-1.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sometimes, i really wish thatmy life can be of something like - a balloon.Where wind can bring me to a faraway land, free from reality.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality seemed to give me a very big hit on my back, whenever I tried to escape from it. Life just seems to have lots and lots of surprises out there for me - especially whenever I'm not ready to see them, and they end up to be things that I don't want to know. And they just land on me, so sudden that I have no time, &lt;u&gt;No time at all&lt;/u&gt; to find something to fall back on. As a result, time and again, I fell back on the hard ground with my head facing up. The landing often hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would plonk my albows on the table, and just stare blankly into space. And sometimes, I would just close my eyes, and make myself fall into deeeeeeep sleep, and often, I will open my eyes the next morning, and then the sunshine made me close them again. And sometimes, I will just sit at a secluded corner in my room, and cry to myself. Hoping that someone will hear them, and come to my rescue. &lt;i&gt;Apparently, &lt;s&gt;no one does.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Without the slightest doubt, there is love in this world. But what worries me is&lt;br /&gt;how to express it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, friends are always here with me. People I specially would like to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list, &lt;b&gt;TANYA HO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks for always sticking by me this 10 years. 10 years without fail. &amp;amp; this proves that there is really true friendship in this world. We have been through so many things. From failing our Maths to getting A grades in primary school. Getting not bad grades and proceeding to our respective secondary school. And us, doing so many stupid things together. Having the same thoughts, Having the same polytechnic in mind, used to train our vocals together, getting crazy together, bad mouthing people together (HAHA) and so many moreeeee. Now that you have, and is going to proceed to a Polytechnic, and me, still stuck in Secondary school, I sincerely wish you all the best in your future life my dear friend. Even though we might not get into the same secondary school, i promise to work hard enough to get into the same polytechnic as you. And also, 10years of friendship is not enough okay. I wish to be able to sit with you in a coffeeshop, 50years down the road, reminscing our past life. Thanks &lt;u&gt;My friend, best buddy, twin, teacher, darling and my always loveable tanya. :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;b&gt;Hannah Lee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks too, for being here with me for the past 5years. You have always been a special friend even though we might have alot of disagreements in the past, now that we have all grown up, and proceed on with life. I hope that the 5 years friendship, and the bond will not break. Thanks for being there whenever i need someone to cry to, and someone the go crazy with. I will never forget the crazy times that we had especially at the carpark. The 3 of us. Going crazy. As well as the most memorable Valentines Day that i had with you guys. This bond between us is so special that i know, and i can assure that God wants me to keep it tightly down in my heart. Hannah, special thanks. &amp;amp; good luck in your new school. And friends forever ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, &lt;b&gt;Cang Ning&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being here whenever I need you to be. Anytime, any minute, when i call you, you will always be there to hear me out. Thanks cang ning. Having a friend like you is a bonus for me. I know that we might have some problems in the past, but those were childish acts when we were young. Thanks for also being my mentor, even though i know you will decline this position given to you. HAHA. But i have been putting you as a role modal since last year. A mentor like you who guide me through thick and thin made me grow older each day. Thanks hunny. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Also, Special mention to &lt;b&gt;Yarkam&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being here when i need you to hear me out, and thanks for scolding all those bastards together with me whenever I confide in you. Even though we haven been friends for a long time. These memories are enough for me to bring out of Kranji. Thanks for also, always enlighten me when i seek help from you. Having a friend like you, who bears no hatred is important to me too! Remember to study hard for the coming O level ok? And we will go to the same polytechnic together. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sisters of 5B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always bringing laughter and joy in my life, ever since i've been demoted to normal academic. All your presence made me feel not unwanted, and ya. Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've understooded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As long as people have friends to share their sadness, it becomes easier to&lt;br /&gt;bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all my little angels who have always been around me all this while, pulling me up when I fall, and have been through thick and thin with me. Thanks so much. Of course, there is alot of them whom i have yet mentioned. I will take time to name all of them out, and yes. Thanks so much, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my little angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheeros. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1847090064558592141?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1847090064558592141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1847090064558592141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1847090064558592141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1847090064558592141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-614797742429565129</id><published>2008-03-07T21:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:59:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson I will always remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sighh D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Liying is not very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Life just seemed to move so fast.&lt;br /&gt;And it moved away just in a flash. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liying is from Planet MARS. I love wierd people, &amp;amp; love wierd doings. However, I disliked people like, for EXAMPLE &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hixian&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remember in the past, I used to like you alot. I use the word ' used to ' because, Its already in the past. Now I know, all that you have tried to do to me. Toying my feelings, Playing with me. HAHAHA. I thought that i was blind to love you then. LOL. Really blind. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you happen to read this post, which is like &lt;b&gt;ALMOST&lt;/b&gt; impossible, then, HAHA. Please &lt;em&gt;stop trying&lt;/em&gt; to hurt girls by playing with their feelings, when they really treated you with all their heart. Treat your girlf well okay, don't make her sad. Like how you used to treat me.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i got to know  alot of things that I wanted to know that time. Now I understand and will never ever go into the same path like how I used to again. I don't want to be called &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;blind&lt;/i&gt; again. HAHA. Anyway, Byebye to you. I think I'll never talk to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuaally, I got very angry after hearing all these, but nevertheless, i shall remain calm like how I got in the past. HAHA. Attempting suicide, and stuffs is not the method for me to settle relationships problems already. Anyway, I think I'm really stupid. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lesson I will &lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt; remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the lighter note&lt;/span&gt;, March holiday is finally here. I am so happy, yet, got afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, because i can have a week to rest, and catch up with studies.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid, because this goes to show that O level is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I don't really want to care so much about other stuffs already. Now i know studying &lt;u&gt;SHALL&lt;/u&gt; be my priority, and will continue to be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyea, Shery girl got injured when she went for a run today. Aww, and she suffered quite terrible injuries. She wanted to show me the pictures of her injuries but i declined. Should be very gross i suppose. HAHA. Anyway, she have to be wheelbounded for the entire March holiday, and its quite sad. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well anyway, I think that life had gotten me so far. 17 years I have been living in this world. I think that everyone have their purpose of living. As for me, I will appreciate my life very much, especially that i nearly lost my life due to the narrowing of my airway 2days ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I shall stop here, and stop ranting about my problems already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to make my holiday a fruitful one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have so many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday assignments&lt;br /&gt;- Outing with Hannah&amp;amp;Tanya on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- Wed history IP coaching&lt;br /&gt;- Thurs chemistoy IP coaching&lt;br /&gt;- Cousin's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;- Going out shopping with sisters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- F&amp;amp;N coursework&lt;br /&gt;- Catching up with Maths and Physics!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, so much things to fill my wholeeeee March holidays. :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Have fun during your holidays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well well, I know that I'm so in love with you, but I just can't make it known. Too bad, maybe thats the only fate that we have. So ya. Heaven has our arrangements made. Let fate decide. My &lt;s&gt;beloved&lt;/s&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheeros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-614797742429565129?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/614797742429565129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=614797742429565129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/614797742429565129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/614797742429565129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-i-will-remember.html' title='A lesson I will always remember.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7703053437558456540</id><published>2008-03-06T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:07:10.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen a Doctor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HI, ITS ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; seen the doctor, after yesterday night those terrible times.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys don't know. I had a asthma attack yesterday, &amp;amp; luckily i didn't die. =/ Im serious. Because yesterday i &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; was gasping for breathe terribly and i slept sitting up. Because i can't breathe while i was sleeping. Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 TYPES OF MEDICINE TO EAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is absoultely terrible, because thats the main reason as to why i didn't wanted to see the doctor! Because i hate those bitter medicines. ):&lt;br /&gt;As terrible as it is, I told myself to recover fast, because i want to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, enough of my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the lighter note,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARCH HOLIDAY IS APPROACHING!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which means, i have more time to slack, &lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt; i still have to study luh. Studying have started to be my priority ever since I managed to get through N levels, and come to Secondary 5 where i rightfully should belong to. :) Im so glad i didn't take the other route to the ITE. Wheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I really think that kids are getting more and more childish nowadays luh. Spamming blog is like, no life please. Omg la. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, i really have to emphasize the feeling in me, it is really terrible. ._. asthma sucks la. Why must i have such an illness. I don't blame my mum, although i know i got astham is because of her. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Right, the story is this: When my mum gave birth to me, she had difficulties, because she got heart problem, thats why. So when she gave birth to me, i was diagnosed with asthma, due to her heart problem. &amp;amp; TADA! i got asthma. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, tommorow is the last day for school, so yeps. definitely im going. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;So ya, i have alot of objectives for tommorrow, I must learn my vectors properly. because i've missed quite a few lessons already. Alright Alright. Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7703053437558456540?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7703053437558456540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7703053437558456540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7703053437558456540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7703053437558456540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/seen-doctor.html' title='Seen a Doctor.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6803016958994153977</id><published>2008-03-05T13:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:21:26.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still feeling so sick ~</title><content type='html'>OHOHOH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S LIYING THE SICK GIRL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEHH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been doing some shitty stuffs in the computer lab, with a &lt;strong&gt;blardy lag&lt;/strong&gt; computer, with &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; poor girl me have to stay in here for 1hour 15mins. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, im surfing the net, (as usual) and not doing what i'm supposed to do. HAHA. =x Well Well, you can't possibly ask me to sit infront the computer with the temptation of going to my blog, and stuffs, and &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; my F&amp;amp;N right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Mrs Chan is a not bad teacher la :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEH. This is what i'm feeling now, i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;亲爱的,那不是爱情.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update on Junkai's pictures when i go home. HAHA. Caught him in action when we were web-cam - ing.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't bring myself to love you like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although now, I still love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/edited)&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;I have to retype what i had typed ):&lt;br /&gt;thanks to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=unenabletouseblogger.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 145px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/unenabletouseblogger.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i was saying, i was chatting with some of my friends, and i realised that its the breaking up season. Many people were encounting breakups and so on, well i guess we all have to ignore such things and continue our life right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dont be sad people, Stay Strong!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for the best show of today. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESENTS JUNKAI -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZI-LIANING WHILE WEB CAM-ING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JUNKAIKAI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/JUNKAIKAI.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KAIKAI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 222px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/KAIKAI.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KAIKAIKAI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 227px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/KAIKAIKAI.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JUNKAILICKS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 223px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/JUNKAILICKS.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JUNKAI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 214px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/JUNKAI.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH. Enjoy his smexy pictures. LOL, all caught off guarded except for 1. Anywayyyy, I have something to show you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 239px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL PLEASE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does that sign means that we can rob them before 11pm?&lt;/span&gt; LOL. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, thats the end of today, &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christine is going to Thailand tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BON VOYAGEE!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes, being in love, still is the cure for everything,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and every illness in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like me, I'm still yearning for your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wish me good health D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6803016958994153977?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6803016958994153977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6803016958994153977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6803016958994153977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6803016958994153977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-still-feeling-so-sick.html' title='Im still feeling so sick ~'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2021946763870622336</id><published>2008-03-04T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:21:10.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIANKONG!!</title><content type='html'>I didn't attend school today. HAHA. because i haven recover from my illness, and in fact it got worse. Nevertheless, programmes still fill my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when Im in love with a new movie now. The main character is so charming, especially when he smileeeeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show is call "lian kong" 恋空, you can watch it at &lt;a href="http://www.tudou.com/"&gt;www.tudou.com&lt;/a&gt; , and i'm &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; sure all of you will love it. Its a japanese show, so go catch it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, so nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/edited)&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished watching it, and its AWESOME! I really love the show, every part, every scene is so detailed. Although its just a 2hour show, it really made me, and bring me into their world. OHMAN. i love this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, rated: 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you must be wondering, where did the 0.5 mark go to.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, the show ended. ):  also because, the show made me unable to breathe. As you all know im sick now, my nose is blocked. thats why, all the cryings made me unable to breathe normally. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, im going to sleep now. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;Catch that show!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2021946763870622336?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2021946763870622336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2021946763870622336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2021946763870622336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2021946763870622336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/liankong.html' title='LIANKONG!!'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4029956522524433101</id><published>2008-03-03T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:09:55.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>HAHH.&lt;br /&gt;i finally fulfilled the promise i made to junkai, a week ago. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;Hannah too! &lt;b&gt;so get well soon&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might not be going to school tomorrow, cause the flu and cough is pretty bad, and i'm like sneezing and coughing like hell in front of the computer, covering a blanket, with the fan off.LOL. *imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! i think that i have to do some soul searching, as to what i told &lt;b&gt;MISS HANNAH&lt;/b&gt;, She wants me to go to the doctors, which i don' t think I need them. I think i will recover on my own. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4029956522524433101?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4029956522524433101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4029956522524433101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4029956522524433101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4029956522524433101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4222672205505965639</id><published>2008-03-03T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:47:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS PROMISED!</title><content type='html'>As promised,&lt;br /&gt;this will be a &lt;b&gt;long OVERDUED post&lt;/b&gt; to junkai. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When do i know this &lt;b&gt;GOODY&lt;/b&gt; man over here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I know junkai for about a year already ba, when i just got together with his 'last time' good friend whom hanged out with him almost everyday. He added me on friendster 1st, then added me on msn, where we started to chat.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys don't know, shixian was junkai's good friend in the past. Im not sure about now, but i'm sure they were best of friends in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obstacles?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, not much to his side, but my side. Cos that time shixian keep telling me alot of bad things about junkai. Say things about him being a flirt, say Junkai snatch away all of his ex girlfriends. Of cause, i used to get blinded by his words, and did not asked and persue for verifications.&lt;br /&gt;So, I did according to what Shixian wants me to do  -  not to talk to junkai so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever junkai starts talking to me, i will go, &lt;i&gt;" HEH! sorry, im busy. Talk to you someother day alright?"&lt;/i&gt; then i will close that window. FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when things started to worsen for me and shixian, junkai have been by my side, listening to me whenever i need him here. He will always be the guy in front of the com, telling me not to be sad, &lt;b&gt;not to do&lt;/b&gt; foolish things for shixian. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've gotten over him already lah. im just trying to be funny. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where is he now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkai went to TAIWANN.!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; will only be back after a few months. Because he have to go there for NS lor. Stupid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Message to Junkai?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAOPENGYOU! take care of yourself hor.&lt;br /&gt;Wait you come back we go &lt;i&gt;lah kopi&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;You owe me chicken rice right! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to run away! :D&lt;br /&gt;When you come back we have long long long hours of phone talking ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;misses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all folks. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4222672205505965639?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4222672205505965639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4222672205505965639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4222672205505965639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4222672205505965639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-promised.html' title='AS PROMISED!'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6993710463846610420</id><published>2008-03-02T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:46:16.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES !</title><content type='html'>OHYES!&lt;br /&gt;pictures, before i forget :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at soul gardens few days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01009.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="774" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01013.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="758" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01019.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="519" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01023.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="562" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC01024.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDDS PERFORMING! @ scape youth park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00963.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00963.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL FOLKS!&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NOEL-070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/NOEL-070.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6993710463846610420?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6993710463846610420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6993710463846610420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6993710463846610420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6993710463846610420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures.html' title='PICTURES !'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7532889601947323324</id><published>2008-03-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:39:34.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOULgarden + Scape Youth Park</title><content type='html'>yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;didn't blog because i went to soul gardens with Miss Tang, Cang Ning, Izzaty &amp;amp; Maverick.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted alot of stuffs, and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of crappy and interesting topics. LOL&lt;br /&gt;right guys? &lt;em&gt;*you know we know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;i missed the aunnual roadrun. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;those who went to soulgarden will know what i mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;*inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was because of my swollen foot.&lt;br /&gt;BLA BLA. ):&lt;br /&gt;OHYA!&lt;br /&gt;today was the performance of ELDDS members at the escape youth park. &lt;strong&gt;WOOTS&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;they did perfectly&lt;strong&gt; AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im kinda lazy to post up the pictures, so i will do it all at a time tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 cheers&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7532889601947323324?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7532889601947323324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7532889601947323324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7532889601947323324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7532889601947323324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/soulgarden-scape-youth-park.html' title='SOULgarden + Scape Youth Park'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1199052493729145813</id><published>2008-02-28T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:10:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired day.</title><content type='html'>Actually, i wanted to post about junkai.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;but, im freaking tired to. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright.&lt;br /&gt;time to slp.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1199052493729145813?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1199052493729145813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1199052493729145813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1199052493729145813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1199052493729145813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired-day.html' title='tired day.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6908357852774118490</id><published>2008-02-27T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:01:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/strong&gt;, the heart takes unexpected turns&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6908357852774118490?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6908357852774118490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6908357852774118490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6908357852774118490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6908357852774118490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes.html' title='sometimes.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3310810439431349369</id><published>2008-02-27T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:00:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING~</title><content type='html'>WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;i slept for &lt;em&gt;6hrs in total&lt;/em&gt; for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my F&amp;amp;N is only at the 6th page, and im like so struggling to finish it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. today lesson was boring. Luckily there's no english, or i &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; will get bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths IP coaching today until quite late, was taught vectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vectors was really one of the UN-understandable topics, but i got it today!!&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Had extra 'IP coaching' with miss low after the scheduled one. FINALLY learnt shearing. Cos' i don't understand the stupid lesson one. + MISS LOW LA. keep knock her marker against the metal thingy. ZZ. made me no mood maa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright, im off to finish my wei ni si lian ren :D &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3310810439431349369?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3310810439431349369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3310810439431349369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3310810439431349369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3310810439431349369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/boring.html' title='BORING~'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-339330665651661429</id><published>2008-02-27T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:37:43.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TIME!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not being able to blog this 2 days, because i have been rushing out for my F&amp;amp;N coursework which is sort of due-ed tomorrow, and i havent't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bound to get punishments, so im not going to care so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really think miss low have a serious attitude problem. HAHH. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; F&amp;amp;N sucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-339330665651661429?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/339330665651661429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=339330665651661429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/339330665651661429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/339330665651661429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-time.html' title='NO TIME!'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2507668780559854745</id><published>2008-02-24T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:39:10.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;episode: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i love those around me. like those who have always been spending time to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;like my sisters.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candy:&lt;/b&gt; MUHAHAHA. its a not bad timing already ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hide: &lt;/b&gt; Fag you bitch. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine: &lt;/b&gt; i love you. HAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2507668780559854745?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2507668780559854745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2507668780559854745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2507668780559854745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2507668780559854745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-9209324396151102003</id><published>2008-02-24T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:16:26.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At least, the feeling you gave me is like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-9209324396151102003?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287121323680070396.post-2191056857898922906</id><published>2008-02-24T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:14:41.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the show :D</title><content type='html'>Current show: 威尼斯恋人 (wei ni si lian ren)&lt;br /&gt;@ Episode 13,&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4/5 -&gt; so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STRONGLY&lt;/b&gt; recommended. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2191056857898922906?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2191056857898922906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2191056857898922906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2191056857898922906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2191056857898922906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/show-d.html' title='the show :D'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3699821556529743691</id><published>2008-02-24T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:11:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love cant be explained.</title><content type='html'>Love &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; be explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;justlikemyloveforyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3699821556529743691?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3699821556529743691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3699821556529743691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3699821556529743691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3699821556529743691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-cant-be-explained.html' title='love cant be explained.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5214963813978622631</id><published>2008-02-23T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:05:37.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashao</title><content type='html'>发烧 - fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/T0AXUagyM0/aus=false/" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/T0AXUagyM0/aus=false/" height="80" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5214963813978622631?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287121323680070396.post-1421890430055376268</id><published>2008-02-23T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:23:46.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should just forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think that i should just forget you, &lt;br /&gt;the thought of you leaving me anytime, makes my heart drop dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1421890430055376268?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1421890430055376268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287121323680070396.post-7838291941551214390</id><published>2008-02-23T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:24:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of common test.</title><content type='html'>Today was rather enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I finished those basic papers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MEANS, &lt;b&gt;I'M FREE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt; for the next 2weeks i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've realised. Mum&amp;amp;Dad doesn't restrict me to using computer already. Im SO-OH-HAPPY. Now i can on my com until 1am, and she doesn't nag at me already.&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;is this the 1st time to having my own freedom?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :D  i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't care what you want to do to me, i don't care what you think of me in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;heart, i only know. No matter what, i'll be here, for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BOOHOO. believe me? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;, i think. it's not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanya: HAHAHA. me too. That's why, its a miracle for my N's. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tinex: Thanks :) I will. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7838291941551214390?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7838291941551214390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7838291941551214390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7838291941551214390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7838291941551214390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/muhahahaha.html' title='End of common test.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-3548185566866104904</id><published>2008-02-21T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:27:39.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you think you big fcuk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'VE HAD ENOUGH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you din score well for your 1st term(commontest), i'm going to whack you and confiscate your handphone. I don't care if you want to file a police report or not, i'm already warning you, &amp;amp; you better make sure you don't fail any of your subjects. I know you all not happy, but i don't care." - storms off angrily  &lt;/i&gt; said my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;b&gt;reply&lt;/b&gt; to your 'threaten'.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;If you din score well for your 1st term(commontest), i'm going to whack you and confiscate your handphone.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Its abusing okay. noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-&lt;i&gt;I don't care if you want to file a police report or not, i'm already warning you, &amp;amp; you better make sure you don't fail any of your subjects.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Count yourself my father.I already started common test, Not only you &lt;b&gt;DID NOT&lt;/b&gt; enoourage me, you still say this type of things to me, want whack come lor. &amp;amp; pls la. Mum is already unwell. You know i won't file any report. Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-&lt;i&gt;I know you all not happy&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt; Yes i'm really not happy lor. With your &lt;s&gt;fucked up&lt;/s&gt; attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-&lt;i&gt;but i don't care&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt; I know you don't care, if you care, you wont be even mentioning about the drop from Express to Normal Academic. If you care, you won't be forcing your daughter to get her grades, despite her trying &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; hard to. I've put in alot of effort in this term's common test &amp;amp; this is what i've got from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Want to learn from her is it, one year of her life. here got one life example for you to see how stupid is she, you all don't want to learn is it? " you said this to my sisters just now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;So this is what you want? Despise me to the core already la. Does it mean that i need to give up on my studies and let you do whatever things you want to do to me? Isn't it worse if you force me to study last year, and i flunked my O levels, ending up in a super terrible school, super terrible course den you happy is it. &lt;s&gt;nb&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum too, have been saying that i've made her lose face, because I i demoted to Na, I mean, whats the big deal about it. I know mum meant well, she want me to study hard to let her earn back all her 'face' and 'dignity' that she had lost to my relatives and her friends. I will study hard, and will not disappoint you mum. You know i meant what i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the complains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6papers down,2 more to go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was kinda &lt;b&gt;tough&lt;/b&gt; today, &amp;amp; i think i'm going to flunk it terribly. -sigh. I believed i've put in much effort for the past 2 years, especially on history, but every year i'm still flunking it. What is this.&lt;br /&gt;Physics, i think i can pass, but, it will not be a good pass. Its kinda tough, and according to Doreen, those questions were in &lt;i&gt;Tenyearseries&lt;/i&gt;, but we haven got our book yet. So yea. its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of grievances,&lt;br /&gt;I know its time to study real hard already, &amp;amp; studying is rather important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered, F&amp;amp;N coursework(research) is due on &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;29Febuary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which means i only have a week to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, i've bought 2 books today from popular, &amp;amp; it costed me $26 for both books. HAHA. cheap right. Its under discount now, so yea, grab your book now. :D&lt;br /&gt;One is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Escape&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the other is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;One night stand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Chemistry paper,&amp;amp; here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;off to study.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When the time had came, I only have the courage to stay by you,  but i cannot bring myself to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;tell you, how i feel for you. Well, the time might not be up yet. or maybe, this is &lt;i&gt;not love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pXb7Mt1NUp/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pXb7Mt1NUp/aus=false/" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-3548185566866104904?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3548185566866104904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=3548185566866104904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3548185566866104904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/3548185566866104904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-think-you-big-fcuk.html' title='you think you big fcuk.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8495093699799194335</id><published>2008-02-20T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:42:11.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;4 papers down, 3 more to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im really going to give up on &lt;em&gt;'Conflict, Deplomacy&amp;amp;Deterrence'.&lt;/em&gt; Like today's Social Studies, that chapter came out, and i don't understand a single thing. &lt;em&gt;-tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Boy &amp;amp; that girl &lt;u&gt;broke off&lt;/u&gt;. Cause that girl. &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;//Cannot Make It.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who is loves her more. Jialat luh. That girl is &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Boy called me just now, &amp;amp; told me what happened. Although not in detail, but somehow i got the whole story. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be sad boy.&lt;/b&gt; you still got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now, I seemed to be a happier person, &lt;em&gt;-you know why- &lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;4E2 Fajar Secondary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: Apple (in friendster)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone know her please tell me. thanks :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-8495093699799194335?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8495093699799194335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8495093699799194335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8495093699799194335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8495093699799194335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7261823793577754956</id><published>2008-02-19T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:03:59.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test week.</title><content type='html'>Test,&amp;amp; tests.&lt;br /&gt;Its the &lt;b&gt;TEST&lt;/b&gt; week, and all of us are struggling &lt;s&gt;to score,&lt;/s&gt; or rather, to pass our tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper was yesterday, and i think im going to do so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Yarkam came to my house yesterday to &lt;u&gt;practice and study&lt;/u&gt; Grammar for today's English  &amp;amp; somehow, English today was quite eaasy =x &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I THINK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somehow studying for Social studies now, as well as tuning in to verseradio. Playing &lt;u&gt;Angela Zhang's - Qin Ai De, Na Bu Shi Ai Qing &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random, I needa continuing studying. I've disappointed tooo many people, &amp;amp; now, this year is the only year for me to do all the neccessary brushing ups. Jiayou ying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day after day, awaiting for calls that seemed like impossible. Waiting for my phone to ring, with your name stated on it. Boy, i have many questions to ask you. Where have you been, What have you been doing, How are you doing, Are you okay, Is your girlfriend treating you good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you miss me?  :/  Sighh. I miss you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7261823793577754956?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7261823793577754956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7261823793577754956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7261823793577754956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7261823793577754956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/test-week.html' title='Test week.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8914248029359801613</id><published>2008-02-17T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:50:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Time is something that im &lt;u&gt;racing&lt;/u&gt; against.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have no time to waste anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially, time loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;im so gonna change all to energy studying.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;amp; zx,im so sorry.I dont mean casting you aside by any means.I just wanna concentrate on studying.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-8914248029359801613?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8914248029359801613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8914248029359801613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8914248029359801613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8914248029359801613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-484150831493664886</id><published>2008-02-17T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:47:47.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slackedd.</title><content type='html'>Was stuck home the whole day today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;studying&lt;/u&gt;, but until now, all those chinese linking sentences i still cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SCREAMMMMMS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im so going to study so hard,&lt;br /&gt;to get into the course i want in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im going to &lt;u&gt;start now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;study timee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-484150831493664886?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/484150831493664886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=484150831493664886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/484150831493664886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/484150831493664886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/slackedd.html' title='slackedd.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-956852189245751490</id><published>2008-02-17T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:52:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something external.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I thought that love is just something external.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-956852189245751490?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/956852189245751490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=956852189245751490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/956852189245751490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/956852189245751490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-external.html' title='something external.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8216895935511627652</id><published>2008-02-17T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:52:06.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox.</title><content type='html'>Today, I got up early in the morning, like 8.30 and woke yarkam up at 9am when she was only supposed to wake up at 9.30. =x&lt;br /&gt;Went with sisters to Jurong Entertainment centre to sing.&lt;br /&gt;My throat was hoarse already, and it got worse much later.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Christine's house and took some stupid Mvs. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;After that we played mahjong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps. They got quite pissed while playing with me, cos either my reaction too slow, or i throw the tile before taking a tile. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-8216895935511627652?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8216895935511627652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8216895935511627652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8216895935511627652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8216895935511627652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/kbox.html' title='Kbox.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2773206575840397271</id><published>2008-02-16T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:19:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At chinpin house with sisters :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY&lt;/b&gt; was a belated Valentines' celebration with sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had steamboat over at chinpin's housee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed our day there playing, fooling around and dancing in front of siokyit's camera, posing as the future star of Singapore. HAHAA. Ate ALOT of food, and im still bloated until now. Jokes and laughters fill the air as we spend our 5 hours there. Took tons of pictures, and im so gonna put them up below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, boy called me just now. He seemed happy with his current life, being a gangster, with piercings all over, smoking, police cases, fights and etc. &amp;amp; i so &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;can't &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;believe that his girlfriend said nothing. &lt;i&gt;RAWR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pictures time: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJOR56a9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/M2gGT0YxBo0/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257394639170514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJOR56a9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/M2gGT0YxBo0/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJPh56bAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gxt-o_sZ7AM/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257416114007042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJPh56bAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gxt-o_sZ7AM/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJOx56a-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Oi7BgHt_ECI/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257403229105122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJOx56a-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Oi7BgHt_ECI/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJOx56a-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Oi7BgHt_ECI/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJPB56a_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OQr7Khmk3zY/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257407524072434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJPB56a_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OQr7Khmk3zY/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2773206575840397271?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2773206575840397271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2773206575840397271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2773206575840397271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2773206575840397271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-chinpin-house-with-sisters.html' title='At chinpin house with sisters :)'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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/_Z2tNcNXfJI0/R7XJOR56a9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/M2gGT0YxBo0/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287121323680070396.post-400595659963197257</id><published>2008-02-14T22:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:16:23.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentines' &amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship Dayy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the little presents from all of youu.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems that today is a lonely one. But i have the accompany of verseradio, as well as my beloved computer, because, i realise alot of the singles are online on MSN so as to avoid seeing couples on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tuning in to verseradio now, with Faris Lim as the host for the Valentines' Day special programme. And i just made a dedication:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;HI!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines' Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i want to dedicate the song, " Because you love me." by, Celine Dion.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you should be listening to the radio now, cos you have&lt;br /&gt;asked for the url just now from me, i know that time had passed so fast,&lt;br /&gt;especially the times when i really&lt;br /&gt;got so close with you till we nearly got&lt;br /&gt;together. I &lt;em&gt;used to&lt;/em&gt; refrain my heart from attracting with yours,&lt;br /&gt;because you are a year younger than i am. I know it's wrong to go against my own&lt;br /&gt;heart. Now, i got my own punishment. I love you. But i &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; bring&lt;br /&gt;myself to tell you how i feel for you. Even if i have the guts to, i can't&lt;br /&gt;because, &lt;em&gt;you are&lt;/em&gt; attached already.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i wish you all the best with your girl, and&lt;br /&gt;last long. I &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; to be here whenever you need me, and &lt;strong&gt;not to be&lt;/strong&gt; the obstacle in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines' day. and if you know who i am saying,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;hi,i love you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From, Apple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Celine Dion - Because you love me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/P2dpM7q-AR/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;times you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;stood by me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the &lt;strong&gt;joy &lt;em&gt;you brought to my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the &lt;u&gt;love I found in you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the &lt;u&gt;one who held me up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never&lt;/b&gt; let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ You were &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;strength when I was weak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifted me up&lt;/em&gt; when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ecause you &lt;u&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;gave me&lt;br /&gt;wings&lt;/em&gt; and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;lost my faith&lt;/em&gt;, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;had your love&lt;br /&gt;I had it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;this much is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was blessed because I was &lt;u&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were always there for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you loved me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im getting emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我爱的人，不是我的爱人&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;我爱的人，他已有了爱人 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow going to ChinPin house for a belated Velentine's celebration. We will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-400595659963197257?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/400595659963197257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=400595659963197257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/400595659963197257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/400595659963197257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-friendship-dayy-thanks.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6483770471119343364</id><published>2008-02-13T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:12:07.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday hannah</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;people will behave like themselves only when the surrounding made them behave so. &lt;/u&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;when certain things get over our minds, or when our minds get over these things thats we don't want to come across, we will tend to flare up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Just like what happened recently in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it anymore, since it's pretty much over.&lt;br /&gt;I really think that it's time for all of us to do some soul-searching.&lt;br /&gt;Especially you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines' day is coming so fast.&lt;br /&gt;and its hannah's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY hannah!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i think i shall just stay at home and celebrate Valentines' day alone, or rather, celebrate it with my mum. HAHAHH. i think its a much better choice ya? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed my F&amp;amp;N proposal, sent for printing.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be off to bed, like so &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6483770471119343364?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6483770471119343364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6483770471119343364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6483770471119343364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6483770471119343364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-hannah.html' title='happy birthday hannah'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7976279157814928150</id><published>2008-02-11T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:20:28.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt;, is a very interesting term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;, is something that we can't leave without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Studies&lt;/b&gt;, is something we all hate, but we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Habit &amp;amp; Attitude&lt;/b&gt; are things that we try to swing away, but it still will come back no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; is something, that &lt;u&gt;i can don't have. At least for the time being.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i love you&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, im not going to. :D&lt;br /&gt;Studies come 1st, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cheers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7976279157814928150?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7976279157814928150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7976279157814928150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7976279157814928150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7976279157814928150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/theory.html' title='theory'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4285370054855065131</id><published>2008-02-11T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:06:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8feb - 10feb</title><content type='html'>I will post about the past few days during the chinese new year, that i didn't blog about.&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;8thfeb to 10thfeb&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8th feb - uncle's house &amp;amp; reunion with bro,girl and durian :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to uncle's house and stayed there only until all the relatives come, and i left. Left at about 6.30pm and went to orchard to meet bro,girl and durian, as well as girl's kor kerian. :)&lt;br /&gt;We went to mandarin hotel - 'chatterbox' and then headed to girl's houseee!&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talkinggg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My liittle niece,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00649.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="899" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00649.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's parents, with my big aunt, 2nd aunt, 3rd aunt and my unclee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00650.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00650.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatterbox,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="1026" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00662.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's house. KTV room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00666.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="1023" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00666.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00669.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00669.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9th feb - was supposed to stay at home&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went to 5th aunt house, when i &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;was supposed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to stay at home, and go no where! Thanks to mum, for organising that trip, thats why i can't finish all my homework ): However! had fun over there, and the beautiful scenaries of her housee, i will never forget. All the laughters all of us had, HAHAHH. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful scenaryy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00714.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 138px" height="716" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00714.jpg" width="510" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was on the car, to aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 152px" height="1000" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00700.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMBLING den =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00719.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="1007" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00719.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lady luck fell upon herr, my big aunt. She won $202 within 30minss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00722.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="1026" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00722.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10th feb - went to 4 places.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's house, Mr ong sin teck's house, my godma's house and big aunt house.&lt;br /&gt;Went to yenteng's house outside to wait for her, decided to trick her, and apparently she fell for it. LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my day at mr ong's house, and how generous is he! to give us each $10 angbao. wow. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ong's students from SJI came too, and we hadd fun together with them. Some played bluff with them, the rest were talking to Mr ong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="586" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00765.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00756.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00734.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="769" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00734.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00730.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="771" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00730.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and yenteng :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 155px" height="992" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00733.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my godma's house, i &lt;u&gt;FINALLY&lt;/u&gt; got to see my little nieceee. Missed my godma and godpa. :) finally got to see them, miss my sisters too. Will want to visit them very often already. Cause, i really miss them laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neiceee!! GENEVIEVEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00776.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="1005" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00776.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to big aunt house, and enjoyed gambling. LOL. 2nd round for me, 3rd round for them. hahaha. had fun! But didn't stay till quite late, cause its school dayyyy the next day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME and valerie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00777.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="798" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00777.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4285370054855065131?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4285370054855065131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4285370054855065131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4285370054855065131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4285370054855065131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/8feb-10feb.html' title='8feb - 10feb'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-55991890744863200</id><published>2008-02-11T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:03:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard.</title><content type='html'>you know something?&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to forget someone. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-55991890744863200?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/55991890744863200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=55991890744863200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/55991890744863200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/55991890744863200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/hard_11.html' title='hard.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4126884634052296078</id><published>2008-02-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:21:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy, with the best shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="452" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00451.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best shoe is not one that is beautiful, but one that you can wear&lt;br /&gt;comfortably. The best shoe will then, bring you to explore the&lt;br /&gt;different part of the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got enlightened. Its the same theory for a relationship. A boyfriend is not one who can give you face, because he is handsome, good looking, cute or whatsoever. Its not. A good boyfriend is one who can make you feel comfortable whenever you two are talking, or one whom you can confide into without any difficulties, and you might just want him to be there whenever you need him to. And with that, you two will go far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;c=6f4242&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've lost the guy whom i've described above. He's gone. I thought that i would like someone else, but yes. He's gone. He have another girlfriend already. And i guess, he love her very much, and he don't need me anymore. I used to &lt;i&gt;take for granted&lt;/i&gt; and thinking that he will always be there for me, but apparantly, i was wrong. How i wish i could turn back time, so that he will be back to my side. Now its like so hard, for me to talk to him for just a few sentences. Its so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When he ignore me, that period of time was terrible. Now when we are better already, its still equally bad. sigh~ I really hope that time could turn back to where we were last time. sigh. boy, i miss you, like so much. i miss the you of the past. The last time you, will you come back please? Hais, ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you boy, last long with your girlfriend. And im &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; going to forget you already. but no matter what, still my boy. i love you..&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4126884634052296078?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4126884634052296078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4126884634052296078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4126884634052296078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4126884634052296078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-shoe-is-not-one-that-is-beautiful.html' title='boy, with the best shoe'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-7688211308490805030</id><published>2008-02-07T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:59:18.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar new year 1st day.</title><content type='html'>A new day, a new year, a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Its the Chinese New Year, which symbolizes a new year for the chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my spastic sister, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="633" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00534.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Went to grandmother's place in the morning and settled our breakfast there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="677" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00587.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which went to my mum's godma's house. Which is also my godgrandmother. We ate lunch there, and the food were &lt;b&gt;deliciouuuuuus.&lt;/b&gt; Although its just like repetition, cause she cook the same things every year. And played with auntie's hamster. &lt;b&gt;SO CUTEE&lt;/b&gt; !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00615.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="955" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00615.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then went upstairs to my mum's godsis house, which is my godauntie. Her house is &lt;i&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/i&gt; nice! I'm serious, and i swear you will &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the house if you see it. I will put up pictures of the family soon once auntie send me the pictures we took. and you can see. omg. its so nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed back from sengkang to teckwhye and met up with hannah and henzy. Henzy showed some magic tricks and i got real &lt;b&gt;STUN&lt;/b&gt;. Those magic tricks ain't normal tricks, i swear. HAHA. me and hannah took a long time figuring it outt. AND we still cannot figure out despite seeing it &lt;i&gt;endless&lt;/i&gt; times. After that went to hannah's auntie house to meet them, with hannah's dad and mum. We were asked to help clear the food there, cause there's &lt;u&gt;ALOT&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/b&gt; 8 dishes, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henzy performed his magic tricks over there, and they got like really so amazed like us. HAHA. And joshua ( hannah's brother) , finally got to see him after a year? Esther toooooo. But too bad, grace can't recognise me, like omgwtfbbqhax. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah came my house after that, and we chatted. Like after so long, a good chat. Then she went back to her auntie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00619.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="523" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00619.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i used computer until now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoyy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-7688211308490805030?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7688211308490805030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=7688211308490805030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7688211308490805030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/7688211308490805030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunar-new-year-1st-day.html' title='Lunar new year 1st day.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-2128771800724709394</id><published>2008-02-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:32:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy chinese new year to alll.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all strive in O levels and luck, wealth and all the &lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt; things will follow you all year round!! Treasure your love ones, and heyyaa.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;takee GREAT care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-2128771800724709394?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2128771800724709394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=2128771800724709394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2128771800724709394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/2128771800724709394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-1883340121375858048</id><published>2008-02-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:21:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practicing my script.</title><content type='html'>Im practicing for the 'deejay test' or something lydat, and im like so stressed up now.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for Faris to finish recording his traffic updates and ya, im going to read them. ._.  I think my english pronunciation is so pathetic. LOL. omg! save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stop my passion from pushing me forward.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta strive.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know i can do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-1883340121375858048?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1883340121375858048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=1883340121375858048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1883340121375858048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/1883340121375858048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/practicing-my-script.html' title='practicing my script.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-5280213348059206369</id><published>2008-02-04T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:41:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERVIEW</title><content type='html'>Just had a 6-minute interview with Mr Faris on air @ verseradio. He asked me alot of stupid questions la! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, beside the question, i got a question to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;Should i celebrate birthday with him this wed? =/&lt;br /&gt;im still considering.&lt;br /&gt;2days without contacting him.&lt;br /&gt;wow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-5280213348059206369?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5280213348059206369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=5280213348059206369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5280213348059206369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/5280213348059206369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/interview.html' title='INTERVIEW'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-6272835684405985808</id><published>2008-02-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:08:48.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing happenings</title><content type='html'>It have been a few days since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;have many things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wonder if all of you have dreams.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams that will bring you to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;I was given a red packet to donate for the people who are disabled, and made to view a video about them. And suddenly, i had this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why those people who have disabilities can do what they want to do, and normal people like us, who are capable of doing things we want, are refraining ourselves from doing so. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like them, have been trying really hard, to do things they wanna do. But what about us? Fancy giving up half way. What has the world become of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of the video, i remember vividly, of a man in his fourties, still struggling to make his mother happy, by trying his best to move just one step using his own strength, without the aid of anythings. That part really touched my heart, when he says, " it will make my mum too happy to sleep, if i can walk just 3steps, without the aid of my clutches and wheelchair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is trying to hard each day, just to be able to walk 3 steps, but what about us? We have been taking advantage of things, such as, being able to walk, and the ability to think, to make decisions and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So please people, work hard on your dreams. Strive hard to acheive them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Helen Keller, the woman who is blind and deaf. She became very violent after her mishap, but luckily, she had a good mentor who taught her the right things, and she, had lit up the candles of many people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too, can make a difference. Put in effort in whatever you should be doing, and you will succeed, just like helen keller, as well as the man with disability. One day, all of us can acheive your dream. And if you don't have a dream now, i suggest you to sit down and think about it carefully. Because, you can be taken far away, with just a dream in mind. Work towards it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;Had been &lt;u&gt;given a chance&lt;/u&gt; to be a deejay,&lt;br /&gt;and i think that i &lt;u&gt;should not&lt;/u&gt; give that opportunity up, right?&lt;br /&gt;Although i might not make it big, i might not succeed, but i know, if i don't try now, i might regret in the future, and i'm not going to allow myself from having anymore &lt;s&gt;regrets&lt;/s&gt; that will be with me throughout the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Faris asked me to co-host with him on friday nights about the countdown 20 hits, or something like that. Although i know that i am not up to it. But, i should try right! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tune in to &lt;a href="http://wishfulnet.com:8000/listen.pls"&gt;http://wishfulnet.com:8000/listen.pls&lt;/a&gt; for the internet radio :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really amazed by how things work, when i was given an opportunity to be on air with him, through the phone. Until now, i still could not believe that i did it. so yea, since i could. So can you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;I just could not stand kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xueqi and Xiang Wei got 'bullied' by these 4 kids, aged 8 and 11 while doing project down Xiangwei's block. I think that it is rather ridiculous, for &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;riding a bike and cycling across those things that both of them had done, for the past 3 hours or so. Afterwhich, came back and splash water at Xueqi, threw things at both of them, and even cursed and sweared at both of their parents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; According to the mum of 2 of the kids, they are from Kranji Primary School. How terrible! I could not stand the bullying, and the worst thing of all, is that the police didn't manage to do anything to the kids, when it is not even their first time doing it! Despite so, the police kept urging both of them to let the matter rest. &lt;b&gt;I mean, if the incident happened to both of the police officers, i don't think they will want the matter to rest so easily right.&lt;/b&gt; RIDICULOUS. &lt;b&gt;LOL @ the police officers for arriving later than honglin to catch those kids. LOL once again &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second incident was that i heard from my sister that she got bullied by one of her classmates in school. Someone who sat beside her i suppose. That girl bullied my sister by &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;pulling her hair each time, and throw her things all around on the floor. She even threaten my sister that she want to ask him brother and his brother's friends to help her.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;LOL @ her.&lt;/b&gt; But my sister was smart enough to give her a slap when she pulled her hair today and she could take it no more. I also think that the new teacher that is teaching her seemed to be oblivious to the surroundings. According to my sister, she told the teacher countless times but to no avail. HAH. i think the teacher is also pathetic. ._. ya, so once again. &lt;b&gt;LOL @ the kid, and the teacher. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fourthly, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stick house that i did for my sister, was done. And she handed in to her teacher and she got praised :D That stickhouse is about to go out for displayyyyyyyyyy. WOOTS! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="575" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00481.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="414" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj170/THATbeach/DSC00485.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tuning in to verseradio, what about you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nights&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-6272835684405985808?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6272835684405985808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=6272835684405985808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6272835684405985808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/6272835684405985808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-happenings.html' title='amazing happenings'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-8263220654826689114</id><published>2008-01-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:09:11.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sy birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday with siokyit's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We went to her house to celebrate with her, but because of our lessons, we went there at a very late time. Ate steamboat, then open present. I guess she got a real &lt;u&gt;shock&lt;/u&gt; because things that we gave her, is extremely creative.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the pictures and videos up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather, ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happened. Except that, i realise our class bond is still not as strong yet. Lets work harder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-8263220654826689114?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8263220654826689114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=8263220654826689114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8263220654826689114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/8263220654826689114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/01/sy-birthday.html' title='sy birthday'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-4095011216884707558</id><published>2008-01-30T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:54:42.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis trip.</title><content type='html'>Today, was a day filled with &lt;strong&gt;emotions&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bugis with sisters after school today, and got a mickey mouse necklace, while sisters bought new year clothings, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional time is during the bus ride home, &lt;em&gt;i also don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;Siokyit's birthday&lt;/em&gt; and is also the day that we are suppose to hand in our &lt;em&gt;F&amp;amp;N task analysis&lt;/em&gt;. Hope there will be no problems tomorrow, and everyone will remember to do his/her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep, will update pictures soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287121323680070396-4095011216884707558?l=teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4095011216884707558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287121323680070396&amp;postID=4095011216884707558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4095011216884707558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287121323680070396/posts/default/4095011216884707558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-goodbyes.blogspot.com/2008/01/bugis-trip.html' title='Bugis trip.'/><author><name>My life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586245899726712540</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-6287121323680070396.post-483920838889079981</id><published>2008-01-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:22:01.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost friends ;</title><content type='html'>Had this blog up, to keep away from those people that i don't want them to see this blog, because its rather private. I just wanna keep it within the few of my friends, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, just seemed to be so wonderful, full of joy, yet.. sometimes, sorrow still fill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard something from yk that day,&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;" Dont you think its amazing? I know you now, but actually i dont know you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence got stuck in my head for quite a few days already, life is really just so amazing. Knowing people from all walks of life, different part of the country. However, in the past few days, i've lost 2 loved friends. 1 came back, but not as close already. First is boy, 2nd is durian, 3rd is tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've lost boy&lt;/b&gt;. i dont know why. He just left me out of a sudden, that night, when he smsed me those words. It really &lt;i&gt;hurt&lt;/i&gt; me, and he is ignoring me like crazy now. Its just so impossible for him to come back now, because he has someone else with him now, and i doubt he needs me anymore. hais, quite sad, cause i used to share all my secrets and problems with him. When i cry, he will always be there with me. Now? No more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durian came back, but i believe the love, care and concern he used to shower me, is &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt; already. I disappointed him that day, by saying those words. I know i hurt him, by the way he talk to me. ._. im so sorry durian. I &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; we will be as close as the past. Those times when we got crazy just by scolding people. Forgive me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, i &lt;s&gt;haven't&lt;/s&gt; been talking to him for the past few weeks. I disappointed him so much, by saying those words to him that day. sigh~ , i wonder what happened to me. Im so sorry tim, i know i've hurt you, like so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been getting on fine with me and zx. 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