<?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-7262514</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:34:00.088+08:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Mist'/><category term='kill me'/><category term='gold dress'/><category term='pray'/><category term='dark chocolate'/><category term='dog'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='summer is love'/><title type='text'>FM♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>358</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-787137466685845208</id><published>2009-04-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:39:33.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've exported my blog to wordpress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamshinee.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://dreamshinee.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-787137466685845208?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/787137466685845208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=787137466685845208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/787137466685845208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/787137466685845208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-exported-my-blog-to-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5831607731728356930</id><published>2009-04-23T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:23:12.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY:D:D</title><content type='html'>So, I've celebrated my birthday, and I'm a year older. WOW! &lt;em&gt;(not that I LOOK any older)&lt;/em&gt; Not like being a year older means I won't get checked for NC16 shows either:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to fang for the thought of cake and present and stuff. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And thanks everyone for birthday wishes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camhored hell loads at vivo before and after cutting cake. Was fully entertained from the time I woke up till the time I slept. Even after I came home, my neighbour and my mummy entertained me for the night. Mummy being all 'kaypoh' and my neighbour making up a show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TYPHOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then, &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;, all in one night. 1st making me go, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"TYPHOON?!! SINGAPORE'S DYING!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then going, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"STORM?!? IT'S FLOODING!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and lastly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"OH! No more.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Call that self entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327737098636351666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Se_sqeTj2LI/AAAAAAAAAhA/aHo6xhKCSDk/s320/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327736355916164274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Se_r_PdRLLI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pn64ljs4lZY/s320/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327736348651617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Se_r-0ZQ-5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ME9VhSuoAek/s320/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5831607731728356930?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5831607731728356930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5831607731728356930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5831607731728356930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5831607731728356930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdaydd.html' title='BIRTHDAY:D:D'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Se_sqeTj2LI/AAAAAAAAAhA/aHo6xhKCSDk/s72-c/DSC00011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2943041075816678315</id><published>2009-04-18T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:11:57.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>A week's worth of roadtrip &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know one thing for sure, going on a trip with parents mean you do not need to pay for anything&lt;em&gt; (except when you shop for your own stuff).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setted off for KL on sunday night on air asia, loved that pilot cause everything was smooth and the air pressure wasn't killing. Stayed at tune hotel, apparently owned by air asia, kind of like a budget hotel. &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a budget hotel. You have to pay for the aircon and hairdryer! BUT, I loved the shower head:D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left for Genting in the morning at 7am. Who the hell wakes up at 5 something just to catch the 7am bus.? &lt;strong&gt;MY PARENTS.&lt;/strong&gt; More bus rides for me, pretty lucky of me that we took the cable car from the mid of the mountain to genting. No more turning and turning, crazily dizzy rounds. Lodging was settled at first world's world club room. SUPER PRETTY and huge room. LOVED the shower there, a pity I only showered once in the pretty bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up pretty early to leave for Cameron Highlands, but not missing my dim sum for breakfast. yum yum.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you're hungry right.?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Caught the cable car back down and more bus trips.. The bus ride up to Cameron was an ordeal that I thought I wouldn't be able to withstand for a 2nd time. The weather there is fantastic!! BUT, too many flies, &lt;strong&gt;we had to compete with them to see who eats our dinner faster! -.-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down back to Sunway, lucky it's a car this time, and the guy drove really fast. Spent most of my time sleeping anyway, can't take longggg rides, car or bus. Finally, started shopping and continued for the next 2 days before returning to Singapore. OHHH! Forgot to mention that I went to Sunway lagoon, realised how expensive that place costs &lt;em&gt;(con)&lt;/em&gt; and saw this really really &lt;strong&gt;HOT &lt;/strong&gt;angmoh! Saw each other at the entance and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE SMILED AT ME!?!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a charming smile! :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being back in Singapore lets me realise how good short distance travelling is. And I realised how much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, though I always whine and complain how bored and unentertained I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty much entertain by my &lt;strong&gt;VERY CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; mother and &lt;strong&gt;VERY CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; aunt, going &lt;em&gt;'Ee, you so cute...'&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; ' Mummy, you so cute..'&lt;/em&gt; Ohkay, for a fact my aunt says my mother, we think she's super cute. Where as mummy, she acts cute trying to say nonsense. OH! One incident was when she was trying to ask this air asia guy which side the sun was facing &lt;em&gt;(on the bus)&lt;/em&gt; with her very broken malay. And the guy just went 'son..?' And he started speaking to us in chinese. LOL! In the end, mummy didn't get her answer. Mummy's broken malay seriously sounds damn hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back and feeling the heat and difference in air pressure, recovering from too-long bus trips, isn't going very well. Splitting headache is NOW my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WORLD CLUB ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326031780964441202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sendr67TnHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HX7ujNaA35g/s320/Margarine%3B)0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummy = Rose. Awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326031784662515474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SendsIs_vxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZD5Je5Wn2Rc/s320/Margarine%3B)0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Towards Cameron Highland&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326031784917256466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SendsJpuyRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bRos0tIVHRc/s320/Margarine%3B)0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mummy and I at 'BOH' tea factory.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326031789197543186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SendsZmOxxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7lPDaqu0ZiI/s320/Margarine%3B)0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kel and I at 'Tune Hotel'. Last night in LCCT:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326031790482514498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SendseYl4kI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RRcnGT1xF7k/s320/Margarine%3B)0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2943041075816678315?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2943041075816678315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2943041075816678315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2943041075816678315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2943041075816678315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/roadtrip-in-malaysia.html' title='Roadtrip in Malaysia'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sendr67TnHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HX7ujNaA35g/s72-c/Margarine%3B)0190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-9073096419913312714</id><published>2009-04-10T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:34:56.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB</title><content type='html'>The day before, I went to Bras Basar andI realised the Mcdonalds there has changed and they had this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;toilet sign!! I was &lt;em&gt;'ooohhh-ing'&lt;/em&gt; at how cute the toilet sign was, and decided to take a picture! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323115058826949714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A8WPptFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Uu38A9NfSFc/s320/Margarine%3B)0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I went to art friend to get a board,it costed me, 11 something, and I wanted to kill myself for getting something so expensive! I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suppose to be on this budget thing, cause I don't have much money now, considering that banquet has so few events that I'm not working. This sucks cause I have to entertain myself pretty well these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to KL!! Family trip, a long one too. But it's the only way I can entertain myself &lt;em&gt;(excluding sleeping my way through the noon)&lt;/em&gt;, and be out of Singapore. A good thing about family trips, I don't have to worry about the expenses, cause I'm not the one paying!!! Congratualation to me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB yesterday and shopped a little. The outcome of shopping at JB, city square.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd9hKbfEU0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/PVpXPYpmPyk/s1600-h/Margarine;)0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd9hKlqzOXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VdHCpxoUhPw/s1600-h/Margarine;)0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323115067755971106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A83gfwiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Y8AA6cwr0Kc/s320/Margarine%3B)0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRETTYYY&lt;/strong&gt; slippers for JUST 39.90RM:D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd9hKEN7AUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/csplSJLxyWQ/s1600-h/Margarine;)0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A8pN9ygI/AAAAAAAAAfg/n0q03h2z2W4/s1600-h/Margarine;)0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323115063920151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A8pN9ygI/AAAAAAAAAfg/n0q03h2z2W4/s320/Margarine%3B)0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leather bag for only 30RM. &lt;strong&gt;STEAL!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323115064926746354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A8s99NvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zb5lOIMrN_Q/s320/Margarine%3B)0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the prices there are all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY CHEAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went to check out the MNG boutique there, it's comparitively cheaper than Singapore's MNG. One thing I liked about the MNG store in city square was that the goods there were pretty simple. Comparing colours and the way things were arranged, Singapore's stores are displaying all the colourful clothes that makes my stomach turn and walk away from the display windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; realised that city square was bought over by a Singaporean, explaining why there are so many singapore boutiques there. And that there are 2 levels extended, looking like &lt;strong&gt;bugis street!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was quite facinated at the fact that you see Singapore in JB:) Seems like Singapore's influence is quite big..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was this christian cart stall in city square and I managed to get this super pretty inspirational book for &lt;strong&gt;10RM&lt;/strong&gt; only. Super love the fact that on every page there are insprational quotes!! And the cover writes &lt;em&gt;'On Eagle's Wings'&lt;/em&gt;, to me, this phrase means a lot. In my times in legion and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323115068161765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A85BPrqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/t1wRi227u7A/s320/Margarine%3B)0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I bought a card with the footprints story too!! :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323117292485170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-C-XRRVMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8eqCizQy1ng/s320/Margarine%3B)0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OHHHHH!!&lt;/em&gt; The Malaysia immigration has changed, moved further into JB, and it's larger, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUCH larger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's super easy to get lost in there, everything there is seperated by glass and everything there looks the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanted to go Tampines 1 today, UNIQLO has opened! And they're having sales! That's 1 good reason why I wanted to go to Tampines 1, but, it was way too crowded to get anywhere near, so I decided, &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went to get Korkor's present instead, and met fang there. Surprised that she was there for a fact we live like, miles away from tampines. Both of us were there, apparently for shopping, but facing the crowd, I think we both gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Caught Sniper instead. Not a fantastic show,just pretty action pact. If the storyline was different, maybe the show would have been nicer. Like say... If Edison Chen became the bad guy or something &lt;em&gt;(something I predicted , but failed&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadly,&lt;strong&gt;I lost my bus card!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*sobs*&lt;/em&gt; And dumbly, I took the train to pasir ris, so I had to take it back. Lucky for me, tampines is only 1 stop away from pasir ris:D:D Lost all my nice and oh-so-friendly mood when I lost my bus card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell me something good would happen sometime soon..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-9073096419913312714?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/9073096419913312714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=9073096419913312714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/9073096419913312714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/9073096419913312714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-before-i-went-to-bras-basar-andi.html' title='JB'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sd-A8WPptFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Uu38A9NfSFc/s72-c/Margarine%3B)0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3223902911882763182</id><published>2009-04-07T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:18:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog hop:D</title><content type='html'>Been blog hopping ever since yesterday, a new entertainment..? &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; Just something of mere interest, spice up my boring and mundane life:) Blog hopped to xia xue's blog, pretty interesting that blogging is her living. Kind of slack and everything yeah.? Wished my life was as slack, free stuff and trips, so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started watching project runway last week, pretty good show. Last week's episode was about using materials from &lt;strong&gt;grocery store&lt;/strong&gt; to make an outfit. Pretty hilarious at what the outcome was. The most impactful one was actually a guy making this total white raincoat stuff, looked like it was meant for some funeral or something. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HILARIOUS:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There was the woman who used garbage bag to make this dress stuff, impressive I should say. But she was speanding too much time to freak out that the final outcome was quite... &lt;strong&gt;BAD.&lt;/strong&gt; Some others was quite impressive really:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I went to this website, apparently by 2 singaporean girls who actually do advertorials and get invited to all kinds of fashion runway and stuff. I want to get invited to such places too!! See all the pretty clothes, get discounts and stuff. They are the &lt;a href="http://www.fashionation.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fashion nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I was blog hopping. So many friends are starting school next week, and have been for orientation and stuff. &lt;strong&gt;OMGG.&lt;/strong&gt; So darn jealous of them. I want school to start too! Start of freshman year, hopefully more friends and more happening life:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I've been complaining over and over about how dumb useless my desktop was. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It still is.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I'm still dying to get my Macbook. Jiang!! Tell me whether we get discounts? &lt;em&gt;*cheers*&lt;/em&gt; It's quite good to know there's someone in LASALLE with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3223902911882763182?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3223902911882763182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3223902911882763182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3223902911882763182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3223902911882763182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-blog-hopping-ever-since-yesterday.html' title='Blog hop:D'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1592020331286646618</id><published>2009-04-05T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:06:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Town &amp; Work</title><content type='html'>Met up with fang and the FEIs, but obviously, the FEIs were late. Nothing really surprising:) Reaching there the earliest, I walked to heeren for a cup of hot chocolate. Seems my tummy's been on a mood swing lately, turning and turning. It happens some superband thing was going on, a group named, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DA FENG CUI!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was seriously wondering what kind of weird name that was. Apparently their voices sounded quite alright from the second level, but on ground level with them, it shounded really &lt;strong&gt;shitty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at cine, Revoltage and bought a top. 1st of something from revoltage, a simple shirt, which would allow me to go out a happier person on a warm, humid day:D:D Have been visiting epi centre quite often, recently. Kind of makes me more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green with jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that everyone else has got laptops and I haven't gotten one&lt;strong&gt; YET&lt;/strong&gt;. I also want an &lt;strong&gt;iphone&lt;/strong&gt;, cause it's such a &lt;em&gt;pretty baby&lt;/em&gt;. But apparently you have to sign a singtel plan or something.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SUCKS, big time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang was nice, unlike the FEIs and she walked me to work:D:D Was pretty late though, and the managers were like &lt;em&gt;'is she suppose to be working?'&lt;/em&gt; They had to call here and there, asking.. Ended up, I had to work, indian wedding. I'm not racist or anything. &lt;strong&gt;The ice cream they served tasted pretty bad!!&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, you're guessing right, I secretly ate a mouth while working. I hardly eat anything when I work ok, except that the word &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tempted me real bad:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did cocktail, as usual, and the food &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; finished so fast, meaning I had to be beverage server after that. But everyone there was pretty nice and cleared my tray just after I left the bar. &lt;em&gt;Pretty easy job:)&lt;/em&gt; But my arms are dying, till now it hurts, and so are my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep whining, but it's quite because I haven't been exercising, and I'm pretty weak already. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;START KEEPING FIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D:D &lt;em&gt;(as though it ever worked)&lt;/em&gt; Maybe I should start going to swim, cause I pretty much love to swim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! It's quite a love that my birthday is coming already in another... 2 weeks odd. I know I keep mentioning my birthday and act like a total bimbo. &lt;strong&gt;BUT,&lt;/strong&gt; the fact is that I haven't got any plans to celebrate or anything. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm not going to plan for any. I just secretly wish that my father would just me a &lt;strong&gt;NIKON D60&lt;/strong&gt;, as a birthday present, or at least a red packet? I haven't received any presents from my parents for birthdays ever since I recollect. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exclude the fact I already get quite a bit for pocket money:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more life, and better legs:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s:&lt;/em&gt; I have a craving for Venezia, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOWWW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1592020331286646618?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1592020331286646618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1592020331286646618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1592020331286646618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1592020331286646618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/town-work.html' title='Town &amp; Work'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2619282898294110781</id><published>2009-04-04T13:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:45:15.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdbvh8fylJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FK9SR8RY2pQ/s1600-h/Margarine;)0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320703376239006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdbvh8fylJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FK9SR8RY2pQ/s320/Margarine%3B)0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to school to collect graduation certificate and sat and chit chat, till we got chased out by the security guard. &lt;strong&gt;ASSHOLE!&lt;/strong&gt; Don't even let us stay awhile in our own school. -.- Was waiting for the FEIs but they were taking too long, so ended up me and fang just left school and headed down to bugis:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to bugis street to walk walk and went to the new mall beside bugis street. The concept is &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; vivo like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; space in the center, for don't know what. Waste space. The shops there aren't very fantastic either. Ended up slacking and camwhoring there:D:D &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;Finished up &lt;em&gt;{Seventh Day}&lt;/em&gt; the HK drama. &lt;strong&gt;OMGGG.&lt;/strong&gt; It's seriously a super good drama!! And I lost another entertainment, have to find another good show:D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M WORKING TODAY?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Isn't this a news..? Haven't worked in like... 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320706959432480322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdbyyg7r9kI/AAAAAAAAAco/qdAoMg_j7JQ/s320/img_handsomesuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want to catch this show!! &lt;strong&gt;Handsome suit&lt;/strong&gt;, seems funny. And it's a JAP show:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2619282898294110781?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2619282898294110781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2619282898294110781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2619282898294110781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2619282898294110781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/bugis.html' title='Bugis'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdbvh8fylJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FK9SR8RY2pQ/s72-c/Margarine%3B)0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3833123502425086597</id><published>2009-04-01T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:37:09.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Superstar &amp; Fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I went to Mediacorp and watched Campus Superstar &lt;strong&gt;LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. Not much of there as a fan for anyone, even Fahrenheit, but hell, I still went! It's been quite a long time since I've met up with bird, jiawei and vale. Went there and heard of all that were going. Most of us going there for Fahrenheit, not any of the CSS contestants. &lt;strong&gt;Irony&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped pretty far away and walked. Almost stopped at the wrong stop causing Simin to alight the bus and come back up. HAHA! Realised how damn HOT the weather was and the crowd there was... f-ing messy and everyone was perspiring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(smelly shit...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMMGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The worst thing that has ever happened to me. My &lt;em&gt;great grand aunt&lt;/em&gt; really knows how to choose time to visit. Just happens that none of the girls brought napkins. &lt;em&gt;HOW WONDERFUL?!?&lt;/em&gt; Our group had 8 girls, Simin's group had many others, and no one had napkins-.- Had to ask from Vale's friend, friend. Wonderful! Anyway, thanks to vale and whoever that girl was,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I GOT NAPKINS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settled down and everything, ended up camwhoring during the breaks. Talked nonsense to Hund, commented and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camwhoring before the results show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319741088880721746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SdOEVcvI_1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/XrAHAY6uu3Y/s320/DSC05084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group photo:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319741081673783234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SdOEVB4318I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f4dPcj123n4/s320/DSC05000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fang &amp;amp; I ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319741079935210530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SdOEU7aXVCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UPlIPbHk0zg/s320/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hund, &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, Fang:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319741083209483378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SdOEVHnAxHI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GJUO4pB2B8Q/s320/2669_63779763390_564158390_1715405_3810482_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for supper with hund, jiawei, vale and fang. Wanted to have spize at first, but it's quite far from home, so in the end we settled for Xin Wang cafe at anchorpoint. Had a great supper, quite good food, spent like... 10!! &lt;em&gt;(not that it's really a lot..)&lt;/em&gt; :D:D Doesn't really matter, it's for the company!!! Sat and chat while eating, so I caught up with some friends:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Hund, I got a ride back:D:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, I miss the FEI clique. &lt;em&gt;AWWW... &lt;/em&gt;I want to go out with them again, missed out all the fun and everything. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really do love the FEIs:D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kind of hope to go out with them before their school starts, and continue hanging out with them when they are schooling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I thought I could go to KL, I was wrong. I thought I loved my job, I was wrong. I guesss I thought many things, but I've been wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's april fool's. I got tricked by some idiotic &lt;strong&gt;PIG&lt;/strong&gt;. He almost failed, but in the end, I fell for it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAMNIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;KJ: go open your house door got something for you (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: like.?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KJ: go open, quick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: must be some kind of joke. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I guessed!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KJ: seriously ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KJ: go open quick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: why ehhs.? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's failing!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and he called...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(walked to the door, peeked out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: "there's nothing"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KJ: "you have to open..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: &lt;em&gt;(opened the door.. &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KJ: " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APRIL FOOLS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: &lt;em&gt;(giving myself the -.- face. DAMN I got tricked!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥:&lt;strong&gt; ASSHOLE.. BITCH..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(cussing and swearing at him:D:D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FM♥: I knew it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't believe I fell for it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3833123502425086597?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3833123502425086597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3833123502425086597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3833123502425086597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3833123502425086597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/campus-superstar-fahrenheit.html' title='Campus Superstar &amp; Fahrenheit'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SdOEVcvI_1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/XrAHAY6uu3Y/s72-c/DSC05084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1304388011761433951</id><published>2009-03-29T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:26:53.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet-ed @ Coasta Sand, Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Seriously, if anyone's considering chalet at Sentosa, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not Coasta Sands.&lt;/span&gt; the place is seriously &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not any fantastic facility or anything. But suitable for small gatherings and chalets of whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's 21st, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was more of a little gathering for the few of us. Glad that quite a number came. Slacked, chatted, 'sun tanned' &lt;em&gt;(not any darker)&lt;/em&gt;, swam, ate and playing hell lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLOCKUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Super fun game, addictive as well. After playing the game, all of us ended up still thinking about strategies and placings. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A victim of wrestling moves. DAMN I do blame myself for being such small size. 1st time knowing that actually guys do know hell lots of wrestling moves from WWE. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop showing WWE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fish was a victim of wrestling, guys... always picking someone smaller to test water. Got picked up turned and turned and turned and down on the bed. So many times that I actually got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL GIDDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All the credit goes to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHAN&lt;/span&gt;.. playing, playing , playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, an unexpected guest came to &lt;em&gt;'crash'&lt;/em&gt; the party. Eugene, really unexpected, but someone i'm pretty glad to see. It feels rather good meeting ex-legionaries. Catching up is what I'm lacking the most. Sipped Gin &amp;amp; Tonic&lt;em&gt; (a little too fast),&lt;/em&gt; got a headache and realised my tummy was empty.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DUMBASS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But it's really tasty, it might be the lime though.. Still, it's been a pretty long time since I had alcohol in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received pretty much of a shock to see Mark's injured head, causing him to be unable to go for the KL trip, and quit his job and deprived from pretty much fun I guess. 4 stiches on his head, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUCH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Feel the pain. Not really the type of fun a 21 would get on his birthday.. But, probably a most memorable one. Years later when people ask about birthdays, Mark could go, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;' Spent my 21st at a chalet with 4 sitches in my head!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just LOVE these gatherings:D:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;em&gt;Get well soon Mark!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been reading!! Quite a miracle right.? Considering the fact that I haven't been able to live without a book the past few weeks. Learnt my lesson that I should not read a&lt;strong&gt; WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; day, and get a headache. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose chalet over going for Fat Dog &amp;amp; Fish birthday celebration. Sorry guys!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (not like they would be reading but..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS!! &lt;/span&gt;:D:D hope to see you guys soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1304388011761433951?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1304388011761433951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1304388011761433951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1304388011761433951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1304388011761433951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/chalet-ed-coasta-sand-sentosa.html' title='Chalet-ed @ Coasta Sand, Sentosa'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7917880298164999837</id><published>2009-03-26T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:11:17.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cine-ed</title><content type='html'>Went out to catch a movie at cine. Shopaholic. Haven't read the book, so based on the movie itself, I think it's alright. It's a &lt;em&gt;chick flick&lt;/em&gt;, nothing much to expect from, except the cliche things about a woman losing everything. Career, lover, and best friend, and at the end of the show, gain back everything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVEEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the way she dresses, outstanding, &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Shao in taka and talked a whole. Mostly the talking was done by zhu and shao, I was standing there listening and getting a fair share of entertainment. So everyone's glad that they're having holidays, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I pretty want school to start like next week or something, but, &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; School's only starting in Aug, let's say we count in orientation, end July. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT ANY EARLIER!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up a job? &lt;strong&gt;LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really like to work. Especially when I have to do it alone. Mummy's freaking nice to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"if you don't want to work, DON'T!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What a sweet mother I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We touched about the subject of friends, saying how secondary school friends won't last. Just after O levels, if you're not close to them, you'll totally lose connection to them, ending up a loner. How &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; of the people end up. Unless, you're freaking famous in secondary, and everybody is asking you out. I pray hard people ask ME out, to kill my boredom and pass time, and let me know I ACTUALLY &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; have friends:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHINER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I want to get, but, so little money to fulfil my likings. Target before school starts is to get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CLOTHES (necessities!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty accessories, MAYBE?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a vacation:D:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remembered about some random things about my past few weeks. There was once I was rushing to work from Cityhall, I cabbed from somewhere in SMU. Hell &lt;strong&gt;I need a Singapore map&lt;/strong&gt;,I didn't know how to get from Cityhall to Holiday Inn Park View. $9 for a cab fare from SMU to Holiday Inn, &lt;em&gt;*cuss and swear*&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER, NEVER EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take a cab from CBD area, &lt;strong&gt;just 3 turns, maybe... 400m&lt;/strong&gt;, costed me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NINE BUCKS!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An irony I found out is that, most pretty girls are smart and end up in &lt;strong&gt;JCs!&lt;/strong&gt; Why is that so? &lt;strong&gt;UNFAIR!!&lt;/strong&gt; JC girls are always smart, pretty, elegant, stylish, you-name-it-you-get-it qualities. I admit, I'm not any smart ass, not some pretty chick, but I guess, I have my own &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; style. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Petite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chalet, tmr. Days away from home makes a life a little less boring. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&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/7262514-7917880298164999837?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7917880298164999837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7917880298164999837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7917880298164999837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7917880298164999837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/cine-ed.html' title='cine-ed'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-178182831712248218</id><published>2009-03-24T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:33:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL..? KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;KL trip&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE&lt;/strong&gt;. Kind of a last minute trip, and last minute cancelling, but it's still a huge disappointment. I was really looking forward to the trip. A trip with friends:D:D Forget it! I've still got end of the year and another 4 more months. Hopefully, a real trip with friends before school starts.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dream!!&lt;/em&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/7262514-178182831712248218?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/178182831712248218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=178182831712248218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/178182831712248218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/178182831712248218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-kl.html' title='KL..? &lt;s&gt;KL&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3095524115733799452</id><published>2009-03-23T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:33:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTMB</title><content type='html'>Went out today to check out the train to KL. Had to go all the way to Tanjong Pagar then take a bus to the train station, somewhere out of nowhere. Checked the pricing and timing of the trains, &lt;strong&gt;CHEAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the train station and headed for Orchard, &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING BABY!!&lt;/strong&gt; Thinking that 100 would bring us to orchard, we hopped on. What a &lt;strong&gt;wrong choice!&lt;/strong&gt; Had to stop somewhere at beach road, and for a moment, we were lost. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOST!?!?&lt;/span&gt; In Singapore..?? I'm kidding myself, but not much of a surprise if I'm actually a &lt;strong&gt;ROAD IDIOT!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED A SINGAPORE ROAD MAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up walking all the way to bugis to train to orchard. &lt;strong&gt;Smart ASS!&lt;/strong&gt; While I was shopping happily, I ended up commenting on how I looked in dresses and sundresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" This dress is super pretty!!! But it doesn't look good on me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" Yeah, it's pretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I think I'm just short and don't have boobs. I NEED BUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENHANCEMENT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I kept going on with the &lt;em&gt;'I need bust enhancement'&lt;/em&gt; thingy and Cuiling just kept laughing. It was just pretty random!! I was joking, but assets, they are important!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Thomson Medical to visit Pet. Baby moo, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;, has arrived!! I swear she's damn cute. According to Angela, she has double eyelid. Bet she's going to be really really pretty when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a 22nd baby.. &lt;strong&gt;On my birthday, she's 1 month!!&lt;/strong&gt; COOL:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pet went through 19 hours of labour, &lt;strong&gt;OUCH!&lt;/strong&gt; That was really long, and painful. Hearing the 3 stages of pain she described, man! I dont feel like giving birth to a child! :D:D Sounds like real pain. But, it's worth it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sce4JmeTlfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/2DiyYqptEKQ/s1600-h/Margarine;)0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420360220153330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sce4JmeTlfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/2DiyYqptEKQ/s320/Margarine%3B)0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sce4JaaZ7GI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bjUyyYGeJ7Y/s1600-h/Margarine;)0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420356982565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sce4JaaZ7GI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bjUyyYGeJ7Y/s320/Margarine%3B)0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7262514-3095524115733799452?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3095524115733799452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3095524115733799452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3095524115733799452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3095524115733799452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/ktmb.html' title='KTMB'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sce4JmeTlfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/2DiyYqptEKQ/s72-c/Margarine%3B)0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6896880461572886456</id><published>2009-03-19T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:39:47.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama mama:D</title><content type='html'>Stayed at home for the past few days, waking up early and sleeping early. Watched tons of korean dramas and getting bored at them.. Same storyline and stuff. Only watching for the cast:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Dads One Mom; Boys Over Flowers; Heart of Nineteen and Starlit. &lt;s&gt;Killing boredom?&lt;/s&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the computer screen for such a long time is killing my eyes. I want to go out and walk!! :) But &lt;strong&gt;stop spending money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay = No pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that after OTC, I was relieved. All the stress and everything gone. But, nothing more for me to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School!! I kind of hope school starts earlier. August is a hell loads of time I have to spare. &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More trips?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Economy's not good. Out of the question. &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting a job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; I'm kinda lazy to work. Damn! I've got to find hell loads of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go overseas for a month!!&lt;/strong&gt; My kind of idea. Have some &lt;strong&gt;fun, slack&lt;/strong&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn Korean from a book. Not much of a help, it's not easy to learn korean! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Still at basics, know SOME phrases, knew them from watching shows:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been working for 2 weeks now, make it a month if they don't give me slots on weekdays. Just happens that I'm always busy on weekends. Church church church, I still have to keep on going. Keep myself going for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SCHOOL'S ONLY GOING TO START IN 5 MONTHS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*SOBS*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6896880461572886456?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6896880461572886456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6896880461572886456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6896880461572886456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6896880461572886456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/drama-mamad.html' title='Drama mama:D'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7354136239491526832</id><published>2009-03-18T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:23:31.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OTC</title><content type='html'>What's with me and posting one week once? Then what's a blog for? Redundant shit.. I&lt;s&gt;'m&lt;/s&gt; was busy baby! Now I'm not, &lt;em&gt;SAD LIFE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday went back for Queenstown sports day. The sun was super glaring, could feel the sun rays hitting on my skin, causing me to be all burnt &lt;em&gt;(face)&lt;/em&gt;. Now I look like a malay-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing fun about going back, I agree with fang is that &lt;strong&gt;I get hugs from juniors&lt;/strong&gt;. Only thing that makes me still feel belonging. Watched the juniors run, super miss the feeling of running on the tracks, being nervous and stuff:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;OMGG. SCHOOL SONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(after the end of sports day, as usual)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang was beside me the whole time saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Ehhs, you know how to sing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Yeah, I do sing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(after singing awhile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"...YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all fang remembers, "YES!" Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole stadium&lt;br /&gt;cleared, the few of us went to run 2x100m. Obviously, my pair lost. 2 slow&lt;br /&gt;runners, and I almost died from running! And up till now, &lt;strong&gt;I'm still&lt;br /&gt;suffering from muscle ache!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Weak shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IT fair at&lt;br /&gt;Suntec. Though it was a Thursday, it was crowded like mad. Had to Squeeze&lt;br /&gt;through the nonsense crowd just to browse around the laptops and cameras. Saw my&lt;br /&gt;NIKON D60. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pretty stuff:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's not the&lt;br /&gt;super professional type, and not the super lousy type. Something I'm looking&lt;br /&gt;for. BUT, it's 988 bucks!! Counted cheap already, still, no extra cash to buy&lt;br /&gt;such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macbook was also cheap, 1588 bucks with bundles at $99. &lt;strong&gt;And I still have to tell myself to live with my desktop&lt;/strong&gt;. My&lt;br /&gt;parents are still super unwilling to get me a laptop. &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeded, fun!! But crowded. Hell no to that place if you're not getting&lt;br /&gt;anything. And if you go in a group you have to keep close. It's damn difficult&lt;br /&gt;to find people in that messy crowd. And I always trip cause there are tons of&lt;br /&gt;papers on the floor, ready to make you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ROYCE&lt;/span&gt;, but not for myself. &lt;em&gt;Gave some fat pig&lt;br /&gt;chocolates:D:D&lt;/em&gt; And got myself company for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'&lt;s&gt;S&lt;/s&gt; WAS OTC BABY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there for breakfast at dawn, don't actually believe I wake up that&lt;br /&gt;early right? Went there to help clean up ie, mop, sweep, shift tables and set up&lt;br /&gt;beds. &lt;strong&gt;I'm such a sweet girl right?&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D Obviously that came&lt;br /&gt;with saving space for myself and Korkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTC was a pretty fast start and&lt;br /&gt;pretty fast end. Time passes so fast at camp, and I always hope camps never end.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible, camps are tiring shit. 1st night didnt sleep till 5.30am and 2nd&lt;br /&gt;night, probably around there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal opinions that this camp felt&lt;br /&gt;really weird, different. To say the truth, I felt the programs were pretty&lt;br /&gt;shitty. Very much concluding mine. Not well planned, organised. It pretty much&lt;br /&gt;feels too rushed, but slack. Much much needs to be improved. And staying up till&lt;br /&gt;super late makes me super cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up with silly games, silly&lt;br /&gt;names, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had fun! Serious&lt;br /&gt;fun:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks, I've read 3 books! Accomplishment!!&lt;br /&gt;Not a great one, just ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'the trouble with valentine's day'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by RACHEL GIBSON&lt;br /&gt;Pretty great book, but a lot about fantasies, and details.&lt;br /&gt;It's a super detailed book about, &lt;strong&gt;SEX&lt;/strong&gt;. Though the storyline is&lt;br /&gt;pretty, &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;, but the way it's written is interesting. Don't&lt;br /&gt;read this book if you think you're not the type of people who are interested in&lt;br /&gt;details about sex, and go &lt;em&gt;'EWWWW..'&lt;/em&gt; after you read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'the CHALET GIRL'&lt;/em&gt; by KATE LACE&lt;br /&gt;Another romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing touching nothing big. The storyline is also pretty much expected. Lots&lt;br /&gt;of cussing and swearing too, really. This book is a little less nonsense cause&lt;br /&gt;of the friendship that there is in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets quite nonsense with&lt;br /&gt;romance novels cause the storyline is always predictable and it's always about&lt;br /&gt;the same things. Not books like, kite kunner, a child called it. Books I can&lt;br /&gt;read a few times and still drop some tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'In the name of&lt;br /&gt;Honour'&lt;/em&gt; by MUKHTAR MAR&lt;br /&gt;Women rights and raping. That's what this book&lt;br /&gt;is bringing across. Short book, little details. But it shows how much support a&lt;br /&gt;person needs to get over devastating facts. In my point of view, not a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;book. Maybe just not my type. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE MORE BOOKS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY'S IN LESS THAN A&lt;br /&gt;MONTH:D:D&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/7262514-7354136239491526832?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7354136239491526832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7354136239491526832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7354136239491526832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7354136239491526832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/otc.html' title='OTC'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3516776480020480913</id><published>2009-03-10T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:43:19.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-so-boring day</title><content type='html'>It's tuesday and I've just gone out to fulfil my oh-so-boring day:D Went out with Shufang, BFF. Went to take neoprint &lt;em&gt;(old school)&lt;/em&gt; but fun. And, OMGG!!!! I spent money buying 2 casual dresses &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. And I saw sales at Mondo, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRETTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sandals and pumps. Darn are they calling out to me. Next month, I promise^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Stop cussing and swearing at me cause I already own 11 pairs of footwear. I just have likings to shoes. Pretty ones only:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had wanton mee at food republic for like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$4.50&lt;/span&gt;. WTH~! It's as though the wanton mee was made from japan and sent over. And when we asked whether they had char siew, they said additional 2 bucks. Both our faces changed to the what-the-fishcakechickenmcnugget face. A freaking char siew for like, 2 bucks...? Not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Ended up our meal costed us $14.60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recommendations: Do not go there to eat wanton mee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I trimmed my fringe again, yeah, AGAIN! Everytime I do that, I whine like a little girl. But I don't really have a choice if I don't wanna pin my fringe up when I work. Gladly, I'm not working this week, gives me sometime for my fringe to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talking about hair, I want to go highlight my hair! And I was recommended going to KL to do that. For a fact that it's cheaper there, and I'm going there in april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday's in a month! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to get more heels!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OTC's this friday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some random stuff on my head that I wanted to do and get:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.Get a belly piercing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Get a tattoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Own a pretty iphone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Go clubbing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Get a NIKON D60&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Go on a trip overseas with my friends:D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Point 6 is out cause me and my friends are planning a trip to KL already! *cheers* But I've still got 5 more months to school reopen, so more trips..? I want to go to Australia, Hongkong (I want to eat the smelly toufu from there!), Korea. Ok, the list goes on and so forth:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently there's this guy from workplace who's so scary, I hardly talked to him during work and he asked whether he could be my boyfriend..? I was like... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTHHH?!?! NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I told him I was attached. He asked me what that meant. &lt;em&gt;OMGG.&lt;/em&gt; Is his english so bad that he didn't know what attached was meant? I almost wanted to ask him, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'Is your command of english so bad that you don't know what attached means?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But I guess I'm not that mean, but mean enough to say in his face, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'It means that I have a boyfriend!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And all he managed was an ok:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was mean to have done that, but I felt really gleeful of that. And he finally stopped msging me, trying to start a conversation with 'dear', &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Work's weird for a reason that the guys are so weird, they seem to just keep flirting around with girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I have 2 nicknames already, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Buttercake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Sunflower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weird nicknames. But Johnathan (a part-time manager) said on first day of work,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Ehs, you know what's another name for madeline?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'No..?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'It's buttercake!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Okkkkk.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I gave the -.- face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'So next time I call you buttercake you have to reply.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after I turned my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Buttercake!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Huh?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I totally don't believe I actually replied to that nickname. And Ali &lt;em&gt;(another part-time manager)&lt;/em&gt; just started calling me sunflower out of the blue. And weirdly, everytime I walk past him he'll be like, &lt;strong&gt;'SUNFLOWER!'&lt;/strong&gt; then I'll just smile and walk by. Weird people I'm working with right? Though I really LOVEEE sunflower, kind of weird being called sunflower right? It just leaves me thinking whether he calls me sunflower cause my face is so round I look like a sunflower, or is it because I always smile and look so sunshine... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't forget this, a sweet friend of mine flew a book in from Australia for me. Shufang, thanks babe for the book!! As I told you, I love the paper bag it came in:D And.. If only Singapore had such shops right..? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My portfolio:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595020364123986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTh2uJj1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GquSK3p2mmc/s320/Margarine%3B)0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595022955692802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTiAYBwwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/3SzgOJ5isFM/s320/Margarine%3B)0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My sister's Fedora. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PRETTY STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595029508680658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTiYyYa9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vzCSIcU7ILc/s320/Margarine%3B)0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEOPRINTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595252137280578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTvWJLREI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2E56D660aNc/s320/Margarine%3B)0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTjM1lKGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/IAILutWkSg8/s1600-h/Margarine;)0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595043480741986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTjM1lKGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/IAILutWkSg8/s320/Margarine%3B)0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTikK8rxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CN1ynOV9K8E/s1600-h/Margarine;)0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595032564510482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTikK8rxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CN1ynOV9K8E/s320/Margarine%3B)0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3516776480020480913?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3516776480020480913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3516776480020480913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3516776480020480913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3516776480020480913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-so-boring-day.html' title='&lt;s&gt;oh-so-boring&lt;/s&gt; day'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SbaTh2uJj1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GquSK3p2mmc/s72-c/Margarine%3B)0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1558709468416547096</id><published>2009-03-06T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:09:28.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially, LASALLE:D</title><content type='html'>Went to work temp admin for this book company just yesterday. &lt;em&gt;OMGG.&lt;/em&gt; Had to wake up at 7 just to reach Simei at 9. Madness. It's not my normal waking up time for the past... 3 months~! And I won't go there to work anymore! It's actually 5 bucks an hour only &lt;em&gt;(it's slack work)&lt;/em&gt; but still, it's little.&lt;br /&gt;Helped to pack stuff and typed some nonsense. I was so glad I didn't have to go back there today:D &lt;em&gt;*cheers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've actually gotten into Lasalle. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officially.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But... How am I suppose to reject NYP? Or do I actually not need to reject? Weird how these things work nowaday. Like how we couold appeal online &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and I didn't know that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've gotten into Lasalle, I can only get a laptop when I start school! Which is august, a million and ONE year later.&lt;em&gt; OMGG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:&lt;br /&gt;- live with my lousy desktop, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH!!! IT fair is coming!! It's this month&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(again, I don't know when).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I want to get things when IT fair comes! But, I don't have excess cash to spare, and I don't even know what I want to get. Maybe a professional camera? Sounds good right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I havent exactly gone, GONE out with friends in a very long time. It's always just meals. I'm going out for the sake of settling my meals. The past 2 months. What's wrong with me.? Seems really lifeless. And a blog speaking of work all the time is more lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But MY job in banquet is totally fun.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seeing pretty brides and sweet videos really. Exclude the fact when I get really useless partners please, they make my job less happening:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1558709468416547096?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1558709468416547096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1558709468416547096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1558709468416547096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1558709468416547096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-work-temp-admin-for-this-book.html' title='Officially, LASALLE:D'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7535742721121589560</id><published>2009-03-02T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:10:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley and ME</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt; just 2 days back. Pretty not bad a show. Turned out as expected, good:D What I think about it is definately that the book is better than the show. But... The show's good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at the Orchid room just yesterday, things pretty much work differently from the ballroom upstairs. So happens the table I served had a child and they were being so troublesome asking for this and that. Gave me a stupid headache and made me worry that they would complain service was so slow.&lt;br /&gt;Damnit! Wasn't my fault that they had to ask for a bowl of white rice when there wasn't one right.? Asking for small spoon when the kitchen didn't have any. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TROUBLESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got so worried about things that the stupid teapot burnt my hand-.-&lt;br /&gt;And so happens that the guy I worked with did things slowly and when I asked him to get something, he left and only comes back after a &lt;strong&gt;million and ONE year&lt;/strong&gt;. This caused our tables to be served the dishes the last. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having supper every night is sure killing my tummy.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I AM SO GROWING FAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-not true-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Especially prata at night is not very healthy! But actually, most 24 hour eatery just gladly happens to be prata shops-.- What's wrong with singapore?! That excludes 7-eleven friend..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if that's what you want to say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shopping feels so tempting to me. Especially the displays of heels and silettos at the windows of shops. Of all things, I have a liking to shoes. I think maybe it's because of meteor garden that show. Where the senior says that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Shoes brings you to many different and nice places in the future, they bring you along your journey and so you MUST have a good pair of shoes." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That... Was probably the reason why I started having a liking towards shoes just a few years back. And when I tell people I actually own like...11 pairs of shoes, people give me the one kind stare. It's not my fault that I have a liking to shoes you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the clothes in my closet is like saying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want more friends!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense. But I want to buy more clothes! Sundresses, shirts, shorts, the list goes so on and so forth really. What I need now, is more ear studs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I currently only work like, twice a week which is boring me to death. So, I want to go out! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But maybe not spend too much money doing so. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-7535742721121589560?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7535742721121589560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7535742721121589560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7535742721121589560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7535742721121589560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-marley-and-me-just-2-days-back.html' title='Marley and ME'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1907900297351272187</id><published>2009-02-27T14:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:11:35.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway = Bowels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGG.&lt;/strong&gt; Subway's always clearing my bowel system for me. So much for &lt;em&gt;LOVING&lt;/em&gt; to eat subway. Seems like my supper or lunch always ends up in subway and coming home to clear my bowel system. WOW. Spent over 10 bucks on a meal,&lt;strong&gt; DARN!&lt;/strong&gt; I just started working and I haven't gotten pay. I should stop enjoying good food for awhile. Bought some pretty sad boy a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SUNFLOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(something that makes me happy)&lt;/em&gt; and a chocolate&lt;em&gt;(that melted almost straight away).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started work a week ago. The first day was kind of shit for me. People working there giving me the one kind stare when I don't know how to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blobkquote&gt;"It's my first job and it's my first day!" &lt;/blockqoute&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn do I want to say that in their face. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They can't blame me for giving the blur look for a reason that they didn't brief me about anything, and they expect me to know everything! Kill them for that! &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt;, the guy that partnered me on the first day didn't teach me anything at all. For the fact he only told me to fill the drinks. A super &lt;em&gt;'WOW'&lt;/em&gt; fact for me is that most of the people there come from china!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of work was pretty alright, cause I started learning how to serve and everything&lt;em&gt; (what I mostly did was to watch the food being served).&lt;/em&gt; Learnt all the hotel language and stuff. Some still gave me the one kind stare, but people were getting more friendly. And then I started moving on to serving the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sub VIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; table. It's totally a slacker job. When the video clips played, I could stand there and watch them. An entertainment I get from working, also something that keeps me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's the sweet moments they share that keeps me going in this industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! It's LASALLE for me! A total happy point cause school only starts in August. This gives me a hell loads of free time for work and play:D But it also means that I'll graduate from school later than my friends would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTC is coming is just 2 weeks. I think my group is such a disappointment. Helping them do the report is not enough, thinking they would COMPLETE it. I was wrong! I had to finish the whole damn thing myself. If I'm going to have to carry out the program myself, they are so going to get it from me when the time comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This group does not have ME only. DAMNIT! It's a group thing, not MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whining is so me. But I hate people who whines like mad &lt;em&gt;(which is myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn! I should either,&lt;br /&gt;1. pick up a sport&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;find something to do online&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. work more&lt;br /&gt;4. find a better job&lt;br /&gt;5. find better self entertainment, shopping maybe? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is such a female killer! Drains money out of my pocket in a blink of an eye. Like buying 2 dresses that costs 60 bucks altogether. It's really not that expensive, just maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of my red packet money? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But picking up a sport doesn't sound good either. It's requires much of stamina and stuff. All of which I've lost during my secondary 4 school life. How sad is that! And dancing isn't very much of a sport, plus, I'm not exactly good at dance either. A person with two left hands and two left legs wouldn't dance well I believe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a better job, work more!&lt;br /&gt;And... Go for vacations!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cloudy rainy days:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307366963702331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SaeOIkQe-LI/AAAAAAAAAao/CcI7POi9Bqc/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SaeOIty3Y5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3DOpKE95AiE/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307366966262457234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SaeOIty3Y5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3DOpKE95AiE/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SaeOIWSFuOI/AAAAAAAAAag/sD3eguoOW1Y/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307366959950969058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SaeOIWSFuOI/AAAAAAAAAag/sD3eguoOW1Y/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1907900297351272187?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1907900297351272187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1907900297351272187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1907900297351272187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1907900297351272187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgg.html' title='Subway = Bowels'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SaeOIkQe-LI/AAAAAAAAAao/CcI7POi9Bqc/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6760615037169527141</id><published>2009-02-16T00:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:59:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre id="line248"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "When God gives you something, he takes away something"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;right&gt;-Rabbit Ng&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was something said by rabbit ng,and I borrow it to explain the kind of situation I'm in right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what good God has given me, maybe my skinny-ness? But what has been given to me is gastric, slight slip disc, bad knees, bad ankles, low blood.&lt;br /&gt;Still, people say thank God for everything. And, I thank God.&lt;br /&gt;For letting me wake up in the morning seeing a bright new day ahead^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, though I was feeling all the nonsense, and celebrating Vday at home, it ended on a nice note.&lt;br /&gt;Some really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; guy, came all the way to my house, dragging his friends along and dropped me a Vday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKS PIG!!&lt;/span&gt; It was really really sweet, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;, it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really really busy day. Considering that today was the last day of my workshop and we had presentation on the art piece we were doing this 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch today was own time own target, so ended up subbing. It seems that SUBWAY just changed my mood for that day.&lt;br /&gt;After subbing and went back to lasalle, I had a tummy ache! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHTTTT&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like that wasn't bad enough, it lasted for the whole of workshop and even awhile more than that.&lt;br /&gt;1st, it was the food, 2nd, it was just me or 3rd, I ate too much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(somehow I think it's the food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Bugis after my workshop to grab Winson a present. And trained to Paya Lebar just to meet Chan. As though he would be early. Waited pretty long and so I started drawing a tree on my sketchbook.&lt;br /&gt;Wow ehhs! What a way to entertain myself and keep me from being pissed off. Was pretty distracted when people walking by started inching near tome to see what I was drawing. I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"hey! I'm not a professional artist; stop looking." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the Sun was not forgiving and so I had to bake myself while waiting. One plus point to moodswing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit's house was crowded to the brim. Not literally. But, it was really crowded that people had to start standing outside.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I manage to grab a book from her house called &lt;Heartland&gt; by Daren Shiau. Apparently it's a literature text, singaporean writer.&lt;br /&gt;I got a glimpse of it when I was train-ing home. Seriously, that book is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; Singapore! The style it's been written and the way singlish is shown in the conversations made, totally threw me off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that this book is actually a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT TEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TKMB&lt;/span&gt; is a much nicer, interesting and sensible lit text. That's what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some happy news to share, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M WORKING!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like after 1 and a half months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM SO ON MY OWN FOR OTC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-period-&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/7262514-6760615037169527141?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6760615037169527141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6760615037169527141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6760615037169527141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6760615037169527141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-god-gives-you-something-he-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4419604615253052423</id><published>2009-02-13T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:44:47.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, it's valentines today. Good for those who have dates, and those who do not, actually, valentines is just another normal day. Like how today's actually Saturday. It's a normal day isn't it? ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooo. Today's workshop was actually pretty &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;. Doing collage and all. Messy stuff alrighttt. But it's really &lt;em&gt;messy fun&lt;/em&gt;. At least I didn't get the chance to doze off today. And, today's a better start cause I started talking to people in the workshop &lt;em&gt;(after maybe a million years).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;*crossing fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Still praying darn hard I pass my interview. So far, those who are attending the workshop all have different interview dates as me. &lt;strong&gt;DARN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wheets~! On this Valentines day, I profess my love for &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MY SISTER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(awwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gave me ideas for OTC, de-stressing me. AND. I found out this totally B guy who gave me all the excuses in the world just to escape my meeting actually came out to celebrate V day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS A WHOLE LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;My pizza just came and I found out something really retarded! OMGGG. Pizzahut has this "HOT!" sticker. He passed me the box of pizza and everything else and went..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"allow me to paste this HOT! sticker."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ok." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(holds out the pizza box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(shows me another HOT! sticker)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" The pizza is HOT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I totally closed the door and laughed my ass off! Like I didnt know the pizza was hot when he already passed it to me. &lt;em&gt;HAHA!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ignore me, seriously. I'm bored to this stage that I can actually laugh at the delivery man when he was just doing his job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEANIE~!&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/7262514-4419604615253052423?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4419604615253052423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4419604615253052423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4419604615253052423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4419604615253052423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-so-its-valentines.html' title='Valentines♥'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5512621986195760835</id><published>2009-02-13T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:51:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before the encore of yesterday's dumbest event, please put together a round of applause for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home feeling tired, sat down to read my book. Heard the kettle boil.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile... I was feeling real thirsty, went to the kitchen and touched the kettle&lt;em&gt; (wanting to turn it).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considers awhile.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hmmm, is it freaking cold.? or is it actually really hot.?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *screams* !&amp;amp;$(#&amp;amp;^%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;OUCH! It's darn hot!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(still cussing and swearing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB... And to consider the fact that I heard it boil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good laugh^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I believe it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to read.&lt;br /&gt;I end up buying a whole collection on books when I know I haven't got the money to do so. &lt;strong&gt;Wow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just finished another of my book.&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to feel really REALLY bored right now. *pulls hair* driving me mad, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still crazy over &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;, one good fact cause I will never get sick watching them dance. And shufang, if you're reading my blog, you might want to check out &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;^^ HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5512621986195760835?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5512621986195760835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5512621986195760835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5512621986195760835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5512621986195760835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-encore-of-yesterdays-dumbest.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-597288345223556986</id><published>2009-02-09T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:46:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gone through 3 days of lasalle's PORTFOLIO WORKSHOP already. Learnt things I learnt during Sec 3 visual arts lesson-.- Kinda wasted my money ehhs. BUT.... They're giving us homeworks and projects. It's going to help for the interview. Cross my fingers and pray to God that I'll pass the interview with flying colours and get into lasalle. PLEASE^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends with people who went for the workshop, friendly people. BUT, apparently most of them are older than me. So far, the people I know, only 2 of them are my age. WOW! I was surprised luh. I thought that people going for the workshop and all would be 17 or at most 19, 20^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB was today, kinda thought it was screwed like mad. Though I only walked in during the 2nd game, I already thought it was weird. The atmosphere and everything was wrong. The games got kinda screwed up, the show was nonsensical. I guess this kinda failed. BOOHOO! A little disappointed yeah. Again, came the sensitive topic about leaving. I'm sorry, but I'm too sure of my decisions. Losing faith in myself for staying on, but I can't say I won't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Food for thought' - randomly, that came to my mind. Special meanings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Today's THAIPUSAM, saw them parading at selegie road there when I was on the way to lasalle. Uh. Just some feelings made me want to stay and watch, and probably know what's going to happen if I do. For some reason everything now feels so distant. Everything just disappeared right into thin air. And now, I cant see anything at all. Maybe people say that when it happens, it's not that things disappear, you just block yourself from them. Is that true? RIGHTTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-597288345223556986?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/597288345223556986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=597288345223556986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/597288345223556986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/597288345223556986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone-through-3-days-of-lasalles.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-568859053379696883</id><published>2009-02-01T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:12:16.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! I am super surprised at how generous people can get during CNY and how some are totally &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;. Went visiting yesterday, just 3 houses gave me $30. This made me break my $50 line. But it seems, no no to a $100 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had combine meeting with the aunties and I was pretty furious cause they didnt give me red packets and they gave the other kids red packets-.- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ITS CHURCH YOU KNOW!?!? DARN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't they be fair and give me too.? I'm JUST 16, going on 17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should just stop whining how pathetic-ly little I get for new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The posting results was out, and I got into some pretty shit course. At LEAST give me interior for the appeal.? Then my backup would be safe. And I now really pray darn super hard that I get into lasalle. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!?!? Anything can fail, but not lasalle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-568859053379696883?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/568859053379696883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=568859053379696883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/568859053379696883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/568859053379696883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-i-am-super-surprised-at-how.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4803989192556404697</id><published>2009-01-27T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:15:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!?!? Moo~Moo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm in a freaking happy mood that Chinese New Year has arrived. Considering the fact that I have only gotten THREE angbaos-.- AND, I still haven't touched the $50 point. awwww. *sobs* Anyways, pretty freaking low on cash so i pray that a job wound drop from heaven and I would get some job experience as well^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia and CNY, so do NOT link. The one and only time I went back to malaysia for CNY was sec 3. And stupidly, I slept my way through the fireworks part as well as the playing of fire crackers. DUMB! Haven't got any idea why I went there for CNY and totally missed the fun bits of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm so in LOVE with MY SISTER'S KEEPER by JODI PICOLT^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4803989192556404697?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4803989192556404697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4803989192556404697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4803989192556404697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4803989192556404697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-moomoo-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-742009862941351605</id><published>2009-01-24T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:48:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much so for having an OTC meeting today, demoralised. TOTALLY! Just today I found out how much hope I had in this planning group and how much hope I had in this camp. But also today, I found out how much I was disappointed in my planning group. CRAP! Like what people always say, don't hold an expectation of anything cause when it fails, you get really really disappointed. THAT, is how I feel at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Cuiling and surprisingly we chatted till the topic of legion. The really sad and drama mama part, leaving. It is really expected that I would leave legion right in the middle of this year or something. And that's what she thought as well, but now, I'm still staying. How long? I'm still not sure. And, my very last of the last motivation is Chan. If he leaves, thats it. Nothing to do with the 'joining for Mother Mary not your friends' thing. It's just ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we chatted about all these stuff I realised how attached we are to this bonded family. The things we've gained as well as the knowledge we want to pass down. All things are great, REALLY. The many common things we have in legion includes the many memories of camps and other activities. Well, I guess leaving would cause a great emotional impact on all of us. As seen, we really love each other to the CORE. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than these emotional-crazy-nuts-shit paragraph. Today, I've found out more things than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll have the strength to stay on. With that sentence of encouragement, I hope I'll stay on in legion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a 'be happy always! SMILE!', I'll try to work on my smile. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really really do miss korkor and zzz right at this point. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-742009862941351605?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/742009862941351605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=742009862941351605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/742009862941351605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/742009862941351605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-so-for-having-otc-meeting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4492167126458030037</id><published>2009-01-24T13:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:52:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA.HA. Cause I haven't had any runs after my 2km run on wed. I. AM. SUCH. A.PIG. Wow! Not much of a surprise ehhs^^ Everybody's doing runs to lose weight, but to me it's different. I NEED to gain muscles and some weight. So much for being a pig and sleeping so much and all, but I still haven't gained any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have OTC meeting later.&lt;br /&gt;And to say the truth, I know this OTC would feel different and it seems everything this year feels different. I only decided to stay in legion for one reason. To repay what I have gained from legion. This was what Korkor had taught me. And just this sentence gave me the motivation to stay on in legion. Not seeing everything that Korkor, Pet, Robin and Angela had worked hard to build, crumble down in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this OTC camp means a lot to me. A very good time to perform and feel the camp spirit. And also, every camp that comes would bring memories of previous camps which gives me the strength to continue planning for this OTC camp. REALLY, I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is just 2 days away. Counting down? NO. I always don't hope much during new year, no family to visit, no red packets to take. DARN! That just really sucks. 1st things 1st, return all the money I owe before new year. Cause people say that if you owe others money and not pay them before new year, you would owe many people money throughout the year. How bad luck is that? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow! And my finger got burnt by some retard who was smoking! -.- (random line)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; KORKOR'S BOOKING OUT TODAY!!!! ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4492167126458030037?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4492167126458030037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4492167126458030037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4492167126458030037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4492167126458030037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5232088688666706387</id><published>2009-01-22T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:57:50.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Losing 2kg of weight means that I had to run 2km to put on 2kg of muscles. CRAP! Just did that 2km of run yesterday, causing my muscles to ache right this moment. There is just one word to describe this lousy stamina and everything. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Pet really nice presents. A craving mummy moo has while having baby moo. ^^ Its something that would really cheer me up when I am upset too. Like how a sunflower would cheer me up when times are bad. Or some shining butt who would say 'Cheer up! Be that cheerful chocolate butt(:' That sentence brings a smile to my face and makes me laugh at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I miss now, like:&lt;br /&gt;1. CAMPS^^&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing the moon&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Going out.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SMILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, up there. Is really what I miss the most. Seeing myself smile seems really rare these days. For a smile or laugh that truly comes from the heart, it seems to be missing. And yet, my motto has always been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'smile, because the sun is always shining down on you'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mag^^&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/7262514-5232088688666706387?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5232088688666706387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5232088688666706387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5232088688666706387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5232088688666706387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/losing-2kg-of-weight-means-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7147559900242180757</id><published>2009-01-19T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:19:38.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrights man! I'm on a very healthy diet now, just bought myself 6 "cups" of strawberry yogurt^^ But talking about my diet, not much of one if I'm currently already having gastric. And for the next few days I should live on yogurt and the marble and fruit cake I brought home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be living on yogurts cause I need to gain a lot more weight. I just pounded myself and I freaking weigh 36kg. I JUST LOST 2KG OF WEIGHT!?!? Plan:  Wake up early in the morning to jog, go for breakfast. AND, dont skip meals. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good plan. Shall make it work by wed. That includes sleeping at proper timing instead of 3am in the morning everyday. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-7147559900242180757?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7147559900242180757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7147559900242180757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7147559900242180757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7147559900242180757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/alrights-man-im-on-very-healthy-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6106826700455552485</id><published>2009-01-19T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:18:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a new year, a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My O level results was just an 'ok', and I hope that I get into Lasalle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice school with a really nice campus and lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;IF lasalle's not for me then the least I get I hope would be TP though its freaking freaking far(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned above, new year, new start, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bad start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But emo posts are what I hate the most, so it's out of the dictionary. Whatever it is, I found out that I could talk to people that I haven't talked to in ages. Hooray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This year's probably a busy year.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt; I really hope it's a busy year. When it's busy I can take my mind off things, clear my head and think happy. ^^ Took up many activities to make myself more busy, like dance and portfolio workshop and planning the otc camp. Happy, happy.All I'm waiting for to complete my busy schedule is work. Gain some work experience instead of being a 'work idiot'. At the same time, earn some money and save some money for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6106826700455552485?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6106826700455552485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6106826700455552485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6106826700455552485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6106826700455552485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-year-new-start.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4541931850812584903</id><published>2008-10-30T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:20:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!? my blog's currently DEAD(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4541931850812584903?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4541931850812584903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4541931850812584903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4541931850812584903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4541931850812584903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-my-blogs-currently-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4774972464568842601</id><published>2008-06-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:10:57.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't get some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are people so difficult to change.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It hurts my heart, my best friend's heart, to see something like that happening. There's nothing more we can do. All we can do is WATCH, unable to pull her back. &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;I feel like doing one thing. Slap her. Wake her up. To cross a bridge that is about to collapse.? Why bother.? WHY!? Not accepting the hands that are left for her to grab onto. WHY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, yesterday, days have been rather carefree for me. To do what I want, go where I want to, with whoever I want to. To live happily, go to places I want to go, to fulfil my dreams, MY goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has reopen-ed, prelims are nearing, O levels are nearing.&lt;br /&gt;'Genting, HERE I COME!?!?' I feel as though I'm a tortoise in a well, in my 16 years of life, but the truth is I have never stepped into Genting before. So be it! My aim, at the end of the year(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4774972464568842601?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4774972464568842601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4774972464568842601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4774972464568842601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4774972464568842601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-i-just-dont-get-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-499347400373503056</id><published>2008-06-16T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:46:13.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I currently need:&lt;br /&gt;1. sunflower&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolates, lots &amp;amp; lots of them&lt;br /&gt;3. HUGS!?&lt;br /&gt;4. some suggestions might help.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress point: 97%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-499347400373503056?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/499347400373503056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=499347400373503056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/499347400373503056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/499347400373503056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-currently-need-1.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2344218132863703485</id><published>2008-06-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:39:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just last night, someone asked me this question, ' Are girls at our age playing with relationship.?'&lt;br /&gt;All i could say was that our maturity level ain't there. Don't you think it's cruel to play with feelings.?&lt;br /&gt;So i could blame it all on maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this book [ Power For Living ], not that I'm preaching or whatsoever. It's about God and how people let God control their lives. I think this book really lets you self reflect and finally pulls you closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint."&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 40:31&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this quote really touching. To me, what it tells me is that God gives us the power to do anything, to stand up after a fall and make us fly. I should really go church more often now, I feel as though I am such a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, holidays are ending.&lt;br /&gt;It's just another 2 more weeks? MY GOSH. Time passes so fast, especially at tuition. Ooo. Those that are suppose to go Germany and Malaysia have left. I forgot to wish them Bon Voyage and Have Fun? ROAR. I hope they don't think I am a bad friend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I don't feel like homework-ing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2344218132863703485?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2344218132863703485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2344218132863703485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2344218132863703485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2344218132863703485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-last-night-someone-asked-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2394359292296339415</id><published>2008-06-04T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:02:55.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark chocolate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to school today so early in the morning was a horrendous ordeal. I woke up so damn early just to go to school for an hour lesson of Social Studies, what I got back was being chased out cause I wasn't wearing skirt. RIGHTTT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that, fang also got caught for wearing shorts, then came bie, she was wearing school shorts, and it wasn't allowed.? *wheets* And the 3 of us plus other girls came up with a conclusion, ' why do they sell school shorts when we cant even wear them to school.? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this whole system is nuts!&lt;br /&gt;So what if values are right.?&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not TOTALLY right too.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's perfect, so they can't expect us to be perfect as well right.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's about the bad ordeal we went through. Bie and fang ended at my house for skirts and ended up at Macs for breakfast. Came back for english and got myself another pile of homework. So much for the homework ehhs 'DC'(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2394359292296339415?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2394359292296339415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2394359292296339415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2394359292296339415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2394359292296339415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-to-school-today-so-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2906837406225141596</id><published>2008-06-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:18:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping, and I realised that there are many people blogging about personal things. Maybe you know that person is reading, maybe you want that person to read. I don't know why I'm just not that open mind-ed, maybe it's wrong to say I'm not open mind-ed, maybe it's just i don't like people looking into my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is yours. I don't get why people let anybody out there into their personal life. Quarrels, break up[s], unhappiness, is it attention seeking? Is it just for that person to know you're suffering? What for? I can't figure out anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at this moment, I'm glad to have gotten some concern. Just a phrase, just a sentence, just some actions and that smile on my face would stay. It might make me laugh for being silly when tears fall down. I wish to be happy, and have friends who are always there for me. A phone call away, a doorstep away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hearts are shattered, they would be pieced up.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of which friend decides to pick you up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2906837406225141596?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2906837406225141596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2906837406225141596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2906837406225141596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2906837406225141596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-blog-hopping-and-i-realised-that.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7319835692289905087</id><published>2008-06-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:20:20.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some random thoughts, but sometimes I think I'm a real bitch about certain things. It might be just me, it be all the girls, but I seriously have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just some days, some really warm day that pisses me off because of the warm weather. Or maybe it's just me being paranoid? Could any one just tell me what is wrong with me? I seem to snap at pretty little things, and even my friends. I'm really sorry if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel like a real bitch, I'm actually harbouring the thoughts of skipping math lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo. Been hearing of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------end of the bitchy-ness thing------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went out with my dearest fatcat after maybe a million year? Wait. I see her waiting outside my lift almost everyday! Joking. I was suppose to be buying some clothes or something when we went to Vivo, but I, madly wasn't in the mood to buy a 43 bucks shirt (which I LOVED), and I ended up busting 10 bucks on Ben's &amp;amp; Jerry. That is what I call, falling into temptation, IT'S EVIL! But still, it felt good, worth it:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-7319835692289905087?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7319835692289905087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7319835692289905087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7319835692289905087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7319835692289905087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-some-random-thoughts-but-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5119204844546862106</id><published>2008-05-18T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:39:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell! My blog has been dead for the past 1 month and many days. My birthday has passed, my mid-years have passed, chinese Os is coming and so is holidays(: I've only passed 2 subjects this mid-year. But... It doesnt matter does it.? What matters is what come out during prelims and my O level cert.? My hope of all Aces(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to &lt;em&gt;THANK&lt;/em&gt; khei and vivian for the birthday tag.! And &lt;em&gt;THANK &lt;/em&gt;all those who gave me presents and sent birthday wishings(: And &lt;em&gt;THANKS&lt;/em&gt; for the 'cupped' cake, whoever who paid for it, there's just too many names to be name. Please don't be upset if i forget to name anyone, it happened too long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;em&gt;MARCH &lt;/em&gt;BABIES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th- &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Morh&lt;/span&gt;karh &lt;em&gt;( Grow up and act like a 22 year old luh! Haha. Anyway trainings were pretty fun with you around! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd- Khei &lt;em&gt;( My most powerful and funny senior. Havent really seen you much, neither have i talked to you much. Only went to hug you when you came back to school and said 'hi'. HAPPY BELATED belated belated birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;em&gt;APRIL&lt;/em&gt; BABIES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th- Char Siew &lt;em&gt;( Have been in the same class since sec 1. Glad to have you as a friend. Thanks for the present and happy belated belated very belated birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th- Phui See &lt;em&gt;( My art friend! Great to have you in art, sometimes crapping about art, sometimes complaining about it, sometimes not doing homeworkXD Happy Birthday Girl! sorry it's really really late! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th- Ang Ling Ling &lt;em&gt;( Pretty girl, super hyperactiveXD stay cheerful always! Known you for 3 years, and during some period of time things haven't gone well. But.. You're still as hyper (keep it up). Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th- Ng Nigel &lt;em&gt;( For being my korkor, Thank You. Happy Birthday(: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th- Jie &lt;em&gt;( Though you're in Australia, you've been giving me your support, telling me to work hard and everything. Haven't really seen you go out to have a party or something. Hope you had fun there this year. Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;em&gt;MAY &lt;/em&gt;BABIES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd- Weiyi a.k.a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Deng&lt;/span&gt;karh &lt;em&gt;( You are so loved by the 'karh' family! Hope you loved the present from us. Thanks for giving me the name 'lankarh' ehhsXD You are so damn appreciated! Happy Belated Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th- Jierong a.k.a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FEI&lt;/span&gt; Rong &lt;em&gt;( Pretty long time haven't been out with the clique. Please tell me you missed me.? *cross-fingers* ohkays, that was just a joke. Anyways, sorry i didnt go and celebate your birthday. Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th- Monkey Koh&lt;em&gt; ( Haven't talked to you in awhile. Hope you're doing well! Talk to you soon. Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BIRD SEE&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JIAO&lt;/span&gt;karh &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;( My beloved BIRD!!! Super bhb friend luh. Requested that I must mention her on my blog. Anyways I'm really glad to have this... retarted, funny blah blah blah friend. Cheer me up everytime and everything. thanks! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRD! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th- Kuku a.k.a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FEI&lt;/span&gt; chiang &lt;em&gt;( Haven't talked to you in awhile. Not going to prefect bbq and I feel the least sorry!! Awww. I feel pretty sad for you. To have such a notorious prefect under you. A torture aint it.? Anyways, Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th- Heidi&lt;em&gt; ( I really didn't know much about you. Always thought you were a quiet, soft spoken person, more like an outcast.? Until the past few days when we talked and laughed like mad. Pretty good knowing you. Cause i gained a new friend! Yeah, whatever. Anyways free periods rocks luh(: Happy Birthday, girl! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th- Germ &lt;em&gt;( Don't really know you well, but we've been in the same house, ran the same race. Glad when we won, upset when we didn't. Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th- Yuening &lt;em&gt;( Don't so upset about surprises, they're fun! Anyways, friends give surprises when they really care about you(: Happy Birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd- Vivian &lt;em&gt;( Hope you enjoy your birthday before 26, which is 3 days later! Happy Be-earlied birthday! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a dead blog. It is revived!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (not for long though, i guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;OHHHHHH!&lt;/em&gt; Great &lt;em&gt;BIG BIG&lt;/em&gt; news for me!! I just bought a new havaianas. And I'm already jumping to the sky!!! Okay, I just love havaianas, and i finally bought a new one after.... &lt;em&gt;1 year 1 month(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last but not least, I would like to thank a damn great friend of mine. She helped me get present, running to many places just to get a pair of havaianas, however, they sadly didn't fit. She got friends I knew would never buy me a present to chip in money for at least a cake. She did all she could on my birthday, but she felt it just wasn't enough. But to me, it was enough, to have a friend like her, who put in so much just for my birthday, I'm glad enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS MY DEAREST FATCAT!!! I LOVE YOU(:&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/7262514-5119204844546862106?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5119204844546862106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5119204844546862106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5119204844546862106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5119204844546862106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloody-hell-my-blog-has-been-dead-for.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6332869214123031288</id><published>2008-04-14T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:50:26.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On friday went out for gess's concert, the dances were pretty cool! Fat cat, Fang and I took a lot of photos. Pretty crazy. The only entertainment during the first part of the concert was this malay guy being damn retarded and irritating. Fang was damn bloody pissed till she almost kicked his head. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;s&gt;studying&lt;/s&gt; art-ing with jiang wen. Got so damn bloody bored till I started out with a photo shoot. It shows my damn professional photography skills luh. *clicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my dearest fang twin sis. Stop laughing about my oily nick!!! If it wasn't for MK, I wouldn't have gotton that name too. ROAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrHgiX8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/R6brLJwYG-I/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188736849713192898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrHgiX8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/R6brLJwYG-I/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrXgiX9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dytBr6bpU3c/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188736854008160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrXgiX9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dytBr6bpU3c/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; "why's he sleeping when he's doing dnt.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrngiX-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/lv3FSmXREBQ/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188736858303127522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrngiX-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/lv3FSmXREBQ/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what a saddistic smile:D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYr3giX_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/sSHGzNaJ3JE/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188736862598094834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYr3giX_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/sSHGzNaJ3JE/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was smiling like the golf ball(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbpHgiYBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JXaaWcwjheQ/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188740113888337938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbpHgiYBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JXaaWcwjheQ/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; He looks like a clown! ( sausage lips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbpXgiYCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XKjZwWr-Eno/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188740118183305250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbpXgiYCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XKjZwWr-Eno/s320/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's patiently waiting for us to finish studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbpngiYDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kgHjWG24D6g/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188740122478272562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbpngiYDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kgHjWG24D6g/s320/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; KAITING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;was waiting for me under my house(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbqHgiYEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6nDuDz91yaI/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188740131068207170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIbqHgiYEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6nDuDz91yaI/s320/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6332869214123031288?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6332869214123031288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6332869214123031288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6332869214123031288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6332869214123031288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-friday-went-out-for-gesss-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/SAIYrHgiX8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/R6brLJwYG-I/s72-c/DSC00916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6904397055824131783</id><published>2008-04-07T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:00:52.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Don't worry about tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-Ng Nigel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow, everytime when I've got the time, I would think back about this phrase which brought me pass my toughest moment in life. And I guess would eventually bring me pass every single day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Thanks for being there for me during the worst times in my past. Cheering me up and those surprise calls. Wondering how I'm doing at some odd times. We're all caught up in our own world already I guess, especially me. Though I sometimes think back, I still miss those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6904397055824131783?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6904397055824131783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6904397055824131783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6904397055824131783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6904397055824131783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-worry-about-tomorrow-ng-nigel.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-8975365035735265429</id><published>2008-04-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:06:21.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Thursday, some wonderful yet no brainer teacher started my day off &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously damn bloody hell wrong! I gave my reason for not going for extra lesson and she didn't accept it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I GAVE MY REASON!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I cant be bothered whether she accepted it or not, but I know hell well that I gave a &lt;strong&gt;VALID&lt;/strong&gt; reason. She punished me still, so be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other &lt;strong&gt;ROAR-ER&lt;/strong&gt; came to pick on me. &lt;em&gt;BLOODY HELL!&lt;/em&gt; For the first thing, my skirt's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;, and if you think you're seeing wrong, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT. IS. NOT. SHORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She bloody hell pissed me off by saying things like my skirt is short which is is not because a friend from another school says &lt;strong&gt;IT IS NOT!&lt;/strong&gt; And why is it that I cannot wear my school skirt at my hips.? The stupid handbook which is typed out by you people did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; state that the skirt is not suppose to be worn at the hips! &lt;em&gt;WORSE&lt;/em&gt;, say my shirt too big. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have such thing as I cannot wear big shirt huh.? Handbook inside stated that I cannot wear big shirt.? NO RIGHT.? Have rules say I must wear shirt of what size.? &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO WEAR BIG SHIRTS CANNOT HUH!?&lt;/strong&gt; Want to state in the hand book that everybody has to wear tight fit shirts.? At least I tuck in my shirt right.? Ear holes inside is ear stick also my mistake. &lt;em&gt;WHAT&lt;/em&gt;.? My mistake for having too many ear holes.? &lt;em&gt;RIGHT&lt;/em&gt;. When did the handbook ever say that we could not have more than one ear hole on one ear.? &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt;. Say what kind of ear stick is that, so big.? Bloody hell, it is a ear stick can.! Go and check any place that sells ear sticks, it is in the collection, idiot.! And she has &lt;strong&gt;NO RIGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;, I mean it, &lt;strong&gt;NO RIGHTS&lt;/strong&gt; to care about what is happening with me and another teacher. I cant be bothered whether her rank is high or not. She is just not respectable! Saying things that she thinks is true which for her information, she cannot jump to conclusion. Which teacher jumps into conclusion just by seeing one scene.? If a teacher does that she/he does not deserve to be a teacher or someone respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her lesson she told us that those who &lt;strong&gt;PON-ED&lt;/strong&gt; her lesson have to stand up during assembly for one whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;" Then teacher, I already told you that I have tuition."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;" But you live so near. 5 mins walk only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;" My tuition is not at home right.? My tuition very far still have to go home bathe and it takes time to travel there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smartly changes topic and punished me for something else.! What the fish cake chicken nugget.! HELLO. She nothing to say then can shoot me for something else.? Get one thing right, I told her the reason so i should not be standing cause my reason is valid. Only she thinks it is invalid. She got me so damn pissed I was almost screaming at her already. It's not I don't respect her, I just think whatever she is unresonable. If she knows she's wrong at least admit! It's not like I'm going to bite her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for blabbering. Cross country was boring. This year I walked! WHEETS. The scenery was damn nice, except that all the "rivers" were murky and disgusting. Many who had ran the past three years did not run this year. Damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry viv we had ps-ed you. It really wasn't on purpose. We were also afraid that you would have no one to accompany you. Girl, don't cry so much, your eyes are becoming a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry I've bombed you so much shit, in such a short time. I wish you could understand. I'm not saying you don't understand, but it's just that it's something else. I'm worried cause somethings can't be said, and you've done them. I believe in karma, but I hope you don't get yours. I'm trying my best, trying to fulfil everything, I'm not a superwoman, I can't split my body. I very want you, and so do I want my studies and friends as much. I've choosen studies over all. I thought at least i had your support, my motivation, but it seems you're slowly slipping away.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;COME BACK.&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/7262514-8975365035735265429?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8975365035735265429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=8975365035735265429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8975365035735265429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8975365035735265429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-thursday-some-wonderful-yet-no.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1780461355101490850</id><published>2008-03-31T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:53:18.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sunday and thank god for weekends. Though this weekend I haven't gotten any homework done, neither have I had the time to play. But thank god for the extra sleeping time I've got (though i wasn't much but maybe an hour or two). I've got a mountain of homework to complete, and i don't how to do so, with such little time. I pray that I somehow have the motivation and strength to finish my homework today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sorry for the so little time I've got and spent with you this weekend. I hope and pray that I've got more time for you next week;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1780461355101490850?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1780461355101490850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1780461355101490850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1780461355101490850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1780461355101490850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-sunday-and-thank-god-for-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6811919492996577854</id><published>2008-03-27T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:29:45.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a &lt;s&gt;time&lt;/s&gt; day, my dearest fat cat told me this ' hate starts with love'. somehow, i think that what she said really makes sense. That hate starts from love, that you'd love someone and end up hating every single bit of that person. Though i have not really encoutered such feeling, and i really do not wish that would happen. I still do believe that such feelings do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those mess I've created like books thrown all over place, someday, everyday, I just have to pick them up slowly one by one. Advices bring you past each day, making you wish for the better the next day and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It's pass 3 months and I hope that this would last. Please do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&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/7262514-6811919492996577854?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6811919492996577854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6811919492996577854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6811919492996577854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6811919492996577854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-upon-time-day-my-dearest-fat-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5880586629215706263</id><published>2008-03-25T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:07:44.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold dress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I looked like a fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el2CFi8fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hMQSKeyeNkI/s1600-h/me+and+jiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181292244004696562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el2CFi8fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hMQSKeyeNkI/s320/me+and+jiang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;An old edited photo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el2yFi8gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SFbwmx1284E/s1600-h/fatcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181292256889598466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el2yFi8gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SFbwmx1284E/s320/fatcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jiang wen's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; 2nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WIFE. ROAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el3CFi8hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_ugMlTUaxXk/s1600-h/2nd+wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181292261184565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el3CFi8hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_ugMlTUaxXk/s320/2nd+wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alrights, these pictures are just oh-so-random. Hey, i'm jealous my boyfriend has a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;600 bucks wife&lt;/span&gt; can. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And she looks so damn pretty in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;gold dress&lt;/span&gt;! *ignores* &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;FAT CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; i miss you can. Faster appear back in my life! Our shopping spree and so on. They have disappeared. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ROAR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5880586629215706263?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5880586629215706263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5880586629215706263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5880586629215706263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5880586629215706263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-looked-like-fool-old-edited-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R-el2CFi8fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hMQSKeyeNkI/s72-c/me+and+jiang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7128146714071954790</id><published>2008-03-25T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:30:13.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer is love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUMMER (in B) by Amber Pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's time to fake what you say as you're turning away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Though it's hard to be fake facing you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With regret, with remorse, for the thing's that were said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But you know how alone we'll end up in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I don't want to see our lives destroyed by dismay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In these times that try, we live or die again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my summer that fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To these cold autumn days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my keepsake, my friend, and my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're the strength that's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I swear on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's hard to live without love with the chance that you may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Find the whole world is waiting to hear what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;From the heart, through your veins, to the answers that came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here to save me, to guide me, to show me the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I don't want to see our lives destroyed by dismay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In these times that try, we live or die again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my summer that fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To these cold autumn days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my keepsake, my friend, and my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're the strength that's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I swear on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So take this time to see that I can't leave this all to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So take this time to see that I have hope that lies within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my summer that fades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To these cold autumn days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my keepsake, my friend, and my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're the strength that's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I swear on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my summer that fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To these cold autumn days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're my keepsake, my friend, and my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're the strength that's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I swear on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School's been the same, but everything else has changed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as i thought my days went well, it seemed as though they just turn out wrong again. Days worth remembering, days containing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; I will remember them always, those happy days, those happy memories, this song and everything else;D&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/7262514-7128146714071954790?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7128146714071954790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7128146714071954790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7128146714071954790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7128146714071954790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-in-b-by-amber-pacific-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5161610882593621688</id><published>2008-03-22T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:53:00.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; is starting to rise. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; came in a matter of time, a matter of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;. But it was all worthwhile. After the many hours of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;silence and torture&lt;/span&gt;, somehow something brought us back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE.&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/7262514-5161610882593621688?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5161610882593621688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5161610882593621688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5161610882593621688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5161610882593621688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-guess-my-sun-is-starting-to-rise.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4950027773470636404</id><published>2008-03-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:54:50.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mist'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just like my dear Viv and fat cat wishes, I am here to revive my blog. So... fat cat, your blog has been revived.? GOSH! I beat you in seeing whose blog is the most dead.? ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in like more then 1 whole month. Isn't this some record breaking.? wheets! The term break wasn't a term break at all. Every single day was school, how bored is life! And first week of school isn't like first week. Every thing's so cramp, sports day is over and pft and cross country is coming. Sports day, same like how every year's sports day is, just ending much earlier. And it was much sunnier, no rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of crapping. My days are rainy, the sun has yet to rise. Misty clouds, the sky has yet to clear. I miss the sun, I miss my clouds. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've lost track of time, I've lost track of my road in life, I've lost track of studies and everything. Instead of knowing where I'm walking, it seems like every day's a new adventure for me, something I'm always worried. Unsure of what I'll meet ahead, whether I'd fall, whether there would be anybody to pick me up. And in the first place whether I had the strength and whether I even wanted to stand up. I've always wanted to sit there, maybe giving up on myself and everything I had.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow, there is always an invisible strength, pulling me up every time I'm about to give up. Living is difficult, no one said it was easy. Silence is torture, no one said that talking fills the silence. Emptiness is fire, fire that burns my heart. Life now feels torturing instead of happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4950027773470636404?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4950027773470636404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4950027773470636404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4950027773470636404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4950027773470636404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-like-my-dear-viv-and-fat-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1474014694371892550</id><published>2008-02-07T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:03:27.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could say yesterday was a bad day and today's the start of a fantastic year, &lt;em&gt;i hope&lt;/em&gt;. And since new year is here, everybody is going out to collect ang baos but sad sad margarine has to stay home cause she's got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no relatives= no angbao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would like to be sweet to take me out.? just to walk will do. It'd be best if i could get some income though, my clothes burnt a big big super big hole in my pocket. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to go to dear's house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming monday is our last match, please please please tell me it will go well, seriously, please!! It's our only hope, or hopefully, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHEETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And thursday is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Saying until valentines, i'm going to start, make my presents(: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you want a present, make me happy and i'll give one to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HEEHEE. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You must give me too, cannot i give never take, i'm a broke kid ok! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1474014694371892550?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1474014694371892550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1474014694371892550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1474014694371892550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1474014694371892550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-just-blog-hopped-and-im-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5630641001968426143</id><published>2008-02-07T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:47:06.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really special just that i pon-ed school. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;YES AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mummy agreed to write me a letter, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bm's match passed, we've lost. maybe we've really proved botak right. the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wrong mindset, the wrong step out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one last match and i guess the best we can do is just to win that match. something little to prove ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hij's match passed like a week ago. really badly played, by me. &lt;em&gt;sotong-ed&lt;/em&gt;.? Cmc, give me eat sotong marhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO GO OUT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;GET A BREATHER.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FEEL BETTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; KILL ME!&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/7262514-5630641001968426143?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5630641001968426143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5630641001968426143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5630641001968426143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5630641001968426143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6502084595082140534</id><published>2008-01-25T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:25:06.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess it is rather irriating to visit someone's blog and see them having the same post every single day.? And i know my blog's one of those;D &lt;em&gt;*cheers*&lt;/em&gt; school's getting on my nerves, the homework we get, the tests we have. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At training i guess was the best that we all could release our stress. Making fun of our oh-so-good-england-powderful coach;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cmc: i want you all to turn cockwise uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;char: cockwise.? CLOCKWISE LUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;team: &lt;em&gt;*roar out in laughter*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat, char, sy and i were standing in a square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cmc: so peiling, what do you want to call this formation.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cmc: diamond.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;peiling: this one not square mehs.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me: nonono. this one diamond, &lt;em&gt;(finger forms a diamond shape)&lt;/em&gt; this one call square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;team:&lt;em&gt; *roars out in laughter*&lt;/em&gt;. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh. before training even started so many people fell.&lt;br /&gt;1. hidayah&lt;br /&gt;2. fat cat&lt;br /&gt;3. char&lt;br /&gt;4. peiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told you guy i wouldn't fall! i'm &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;PRO &lt;/span&gt;ohkay(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random-ness fall in onto me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I WANT TO GET MY FRINGE CUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want some money to buy new year clothes.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i need places to go to &lt;em&gt;show off&lt;/em&gt; my clothes!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOLS&lt;/span&gt;. obviously, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RANDOM;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers for basketball boys.! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRASHED(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for basketball girls.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIM to TRASH;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6502084595082140534?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6502084595082140534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6502084595082140534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6502084595082140534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6502084595082140534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-guess-it-is-rather-irriating-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3010552140472009389</id><published>2008-01-19T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:06:26.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pretty stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work, South zone, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Os&lt;/span&gt; art, problems, problems and more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RAAAHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3010552140472009389?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3010552140472009389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3010552140472009389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3010552140472009389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3010552140472009389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-have-much-to-say-ive-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-296026505867856230</id><published>2008-01-13T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:26:34.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a week, though I've touched my comp like once before this time, I haven't had the time to come here, spend a little time to just type out some things I've met, or listened of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little about the past days, about what i heard, i like talking to older people, they widen my horizon, they teach me many things(: Have been going out after training to dine and chit chat. learnt about many many things from &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CMC.&lt;/span&gt; Heard a lot from my dear &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;JIAOKARH&lt;/span&gt;, about me, i guess its true that I easily get influenced. It's not that I want it or like it, it just very much happens. Then so be it, i hope i get the right influence,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE A GOOD GIRL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that i cant wait to come, this year's south zone. The lots were really miraculous, this was our grouping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mayflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Queenstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yuying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bukit Merah Sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;HIHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us this sounds like a perfectly good news. We cross our hearts and fingers and toes that we'd be able to get into second round and prove them teachers wrong that we are useless. You'd better regret what you said to us, and praise us when we give you results cause that was what you bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And mummy i pray you a safe trip home;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-296026505867856230?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/296026505867856230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=296026505867856230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/296026505867856230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/296026505867856230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/01/havent-blogged-in-week-though-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4320605796743514142</id><published>2008-01-06T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:22:06.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, i haven't been using the comp for a long long time. As you can see it's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year's countdown party was at Ng Nigel's house. And, Chan, Cuiling, Monica and I went there early to " help out" but apparently his mother had done all the cooking and whatsoever. Thank you auntie(: Anyways the food cooked was loved, though i was sick and whatever, it still tasted fantastic to me. As usual, 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!?!? nothing really new. But at this year's countdown i guess i had the most sleep. I had a noon nap then a 5 hour sleep. *ignores* cause i was really really sick! i sounded really horrible;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has opened, the same stuff every single day. New air-conditioned classrooms, and its BEAUTIFUL!? Its really cold, but it beats being very warm and perspiring all day! Oh Oh Oh! I've been listening in class, and I've overcome the temptation of sleeping in class for the past 3 days. I know you're thinking that "&lt;strong&gt;Mag &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" if you're not you'd better be thinking that;) I've got some aims for this year's O levels and I am working hard for it. And for all those taking O levels this year, all the best abd work hard.? i believe all of you will meet your goal(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4320605796743514142?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4320605796743514142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4320605796743514142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4320605796743514142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4320605796743514142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-i-havent-been-using-comp-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6269397213694018868</id><published>2007-12-30T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:25:08.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention in yesterday's post about someone our whole clique saw at orchard, and ended up roaring out in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting and I, hand in hand walking across the traffic light when a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in long hair (longer than mine), with &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; pony tails (which i can't even tie), wearing full suit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO KITTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a high socks walked past us. Both our heads and eyes followed that guy, you didn't see wrong, it was a &lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super early today, but i was &lt;strong&gt;LATE&lt;/strong&gt;, for hiking. Don't worry, you don't need to check your eye, i went hiking today, its a Saturday! I know what you're thinking, I could have spent my day more enjoyable, but hiking was hell lot of fun as well as hell lots of torture for my already injured ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with stories, we started from serene centre and on the bus trip there we had a really retarded conversation. Starting with... &lt;strong&gt;BIRD&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bird: You know Asian idol.? My auntie that time in Malaysia come in my room then tell us taufik won. (fingers go up in the air) but actually is hardy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2d99fc;"&gt;Bird: (turns to ting) You know who is hardy.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fca27e;"&gt;Ting: Don't know..OHHHH... That girl uh.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9963ab;"&gt;Mingcai: Not that female one, last year's Singapore idol was taufik PAKISTAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ting, Bird, Weiyi and I: PAKISTAN!? *stun* (roar out with laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another joking scenario, when we were on our way to Bukit Timah just after a break, mingcai was actually bored. So he decided to play with the monkeys, by FEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9963ab;"&gt;Mingcai: (opens his bag and takes out bread right in front of the monkey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e2dea;"&gt;Monkey: *snatches bread*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then many many MANY monkeys came running towards him. As in really many that they were surrounding him, ended up he threw the remains of the bread. TSK! Waste your own money. And cause me to run and scream like a mad woman. Dumbfcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's joke scene. When we saw a money while hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2d99fc;"&gt;Bird: Come monkey, i bring go zoo. There got zoo keeper feed you, don't need so 'xin ku'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e2dea;"&gt;Monkey: (chases after us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bird, Weiyi, Ting and I started running and screaming like retards that just came out from the mental hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE JOURNEY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e2dea;"&gt;Male Monkey: (lifts up female monkey's tail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bird, Weiyi, Ting, Mingcai and I: HUH.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e2dea;"&gt;Male Monkey: (looks at us and jumps onto the female monkey fucking her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bird, Weiyi, Ting, Mingcai and I: OH MY GOSH! (roar out with laughter again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever time I've seen animals fucking. DISGUSTING! The worst was it seemed rather happy that we saw him doing it, cause it was looking at us! Journey continues until we reach this underground water place and washed our feet and drink some water. Then was lunch, a treat from Mingcai, THANKS;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our walk across the bridge and Bird's boyfriend was there waiting for her. (inside joke) and Mingcai the smart ass said since there's only one monkey and no one wants to bring the remainder bread home then we should play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9963ab;"&gt;Mingcai: (takes out the bread and gives the monkey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7e2dea;"&gt;Monkey: (grab that piece and is happy with what its' got)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9963ab;"&gt;Mingcai: (takes another piece and puts it on the railing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one monkey appears beside him and grabs that bread. Then from the bottom of the bridge came many many monkeys. And some girls who were walking down came running back up. *laugh* laugh together!!! By then ting was the one who was holding the bread and I was pushing her away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bird, Weiyi and I: throw the bread.. THROW THE DAMN BREAD AWAY!&lt;/spam&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fca27e;"&gt;Ting: (flinks the bread away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bird, Weiyi, Ting and I: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (runs down the bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hereby conclude, today was the most retardious, fun and torturing day ever;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5SnlQnxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/y2QrIN8jc-E/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436584714608402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5SnlQnxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/y2QrIN8jc-E/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Sapalang;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5THlQnyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MJW-2jmQJeU/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436593304543010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5THlQnyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MJW-2jmQJeU/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bird and her OH-SO-CUTE boyfriend(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5TXlQnzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vLijA-KOTWg/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436597599510322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5TXlQnzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vLijA-KOTWg/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boyfriend!!! (Bird's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5T3lQn0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/sOhYKDtSC7U/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436606189444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5T3lQn0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/sOhYKDtSC7U/s320/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5UHlQn1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/DnVlaID0S9Q/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436610484412242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5UHlQn1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/DnVlaID0S9Q/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6269397213694018868?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6269397213694018868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6269397213694018868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6269397213694018868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6269397213694018868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot-to-mention-in-yesterdays-post.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3Z5SnlQnxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/y2QrIN8jc-E/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2850514214339948207</id><published>2007-12-29T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:56:43.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been like a thousand day since I've updated my blog, not really thousands of days, I'm just exaggerating, but it's been long, as you can see from the last post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've studied today, like a little.? &lt;strong&gt;"WOW!" &lt;/strong&gt;right.? i know that's what's in your head now. Every post in the last two months you've seen is about how happening my life have been. What an outgoing person i am ehhs;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going for tuition, it's been boring, but I've got my crazy &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; girl who's been going with me, which makes tuition less boring. FAT CAT ROCKS, BUT I ROCK MORE! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really retarded today, like going to orchard and when i was standing on some high voltage thing, ting and i had some retarded conversation and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting: high voltage ehhs.!&lt;br /&gt;me: ZZZZ (vibrating) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us roared out with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting: do that again!&lt;br /&gt;ME: (stands on the thing and vibrate)&lt;br /&gt;ting: (holds my hand and vibrate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, we both roared out with laughter again, by then many many people were staring at us. And she wanted to do it holding sotong's shirt. Making me feel embarrassed.? RAH HER(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the past few days, have gone for my school's choir concert, met many people there, blah blah blah. Camwhored a bit with companions. Supper-ed and homed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown-ed, homed, read book, went out, home again, out, slack... as you can see how my life have been the past few days, I AM DYING OF BOREDOM. I have been town-ing the past few weeks. Stupidity ehhs;)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am i going to be at new year countdown.? Home.? 3...2...1...*snorts* inside joke again. I really love the joke about the snorting Asian idol, just one bad thing i was the kuching idol. At least it was just kuching, not ASIAN.! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mummy's birthday cake;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_HlQnsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FBjyGbJDgHU/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_HlQnsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FBjyGbJDgHU/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040425521159874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;jesus, my love(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_XlQntI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BxxJ-WDvOfc/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_XlQntI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BxxJ-WDvOfc/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040429816127186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;*bleah* OUR FEAST!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_nlQnuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4DGLnlBOros/s1600-h/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_nlQnuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4DGLnlBOros/s320/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040434111094498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;concert day&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_3lQnvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HqlGFA33MrQ/s1600-h/231220071489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_3lQnvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HqlGFA33MrQ/s320/231220071489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040438406061810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;dress date;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3URAHlQnwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jxmLvCKWCFs/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3URAHlQnwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jxmLvCKWCFs/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040442701029122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2850514214339948207?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2850514214339948207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2850514214339948207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2850514214339948207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2850514214339948207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-like-thousand-day-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R3UQ_HlQnsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FBjyGbJDgHU/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2377526070441173675</id><published>2007-12-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:26:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I.. CANNOT STAND MY BLOODLY-RETARD-ACT-CUTE-LAGGY COMPUTER!&lt;/strong&gt; anyways today was a really mad day. Not in the term that i laughed hell lots today, but then the term that i stupidly woke up 6am in the morning and went for a jog. which didn't pay off cause i only jogged half way then i was way too giddy. &lt;em&gt;RAH&lt;/em&gt;. But, it wasn't a bad thing, me and ting got a treat from alvin. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/em&gt; we were really bad, making fun of him even when he just opens his mouth. i think you're pitiful.? LOLS. being bullied by us. it rained and the day turns upside down. many many wrong things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like 8 bucks on cabbing, to redhill mrt then to expo. and really the uncle was nice alright;D he drove really fast and charged us cheaper by 60cents.? (dont start rolling your eyes.)60 cents means a lot.! Then the time and place seemed to be wrong, nothing seems bad yet, then the company happened to be &lt;strong&gt;un-registered&lt;/strong&gt;? kill them please? *ignores* we called like almost everybody we knew to find out about that bloody-bitch company. fcuk that company, out to con people only! &lt;strong&gt;TSK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town-ed and ting like finally bought a dress. she complain so much that my ear drums were going to burst and she finally bought that dress, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And i saw korkor in town, like &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;!? i seriously didn't expect to see him there. Thought he would be watching movie with girlf or something? LOLS. Life continues, we were bored, so here, the clique comes into scene. &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE MY HOUSE.? PLEASE! NO MORE MAHJONG!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2377526070441173675?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2377526070441173675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2377526070441173675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2377526070441173675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2377526070441173675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6371539945817598727</id><published>2007-12-16T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:58:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had hell lot of fun today, crap, joked and made a fool out of ourselves. paid for ting's purchase at &lt;strong&gt;N.U.M&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's true that &lt;strong&gt;N.U.M&lt;/strong&gt; at heeren rocks luh! the people there are really really friendly, nice people;D joked and laughed like crazy over there. &lt;strong&gt;N.U.F&lt;/strong&gt; ehhs.? (inside joke) was suppose to be studying but... as you know... hmmms... doesnt sound like i studied at all right.? anyways, instead of studying, we walked around at take a little, bought a tank, and silly silly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT CAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thought it was two tanks for $13. it's not, it's each tank at $13 min. 2 pieces. LOLS. it was damn silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rather emo the past few days, really tears do help to forget things really fast. well... at least it helps when i'm really pissed of at things. anyway, it's most probably that i can always get things of my mind cause i hardly want to think of it.? good choice, never a bad one;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6371539945817598727?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6371539945817598727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6371539945817598727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6371539945817598727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6371539945817598727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/had-hell-lot-of-fun-today-crap-joked.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1738380253936201231</id><published>2007-12-12T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:10:13.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a really long day cause my day started early. i should say i was rather pissed of i was woken up that early by my neighbour who came by my house to clean my house, cause my oh-so-brilliant eldest sister left both the desktop and her laptop on. t was really sweet that my neighbour actually bothered, cause my house could have like burned down and she didn't really have anything to do with it. &lt;em&gt;OK&lt;/em&gt;. so on with my ranting, i wanted to return to sleep when my oh-so-irritating-but-so-clever sister called me up the bathe so that i could accompany her down to the japan embassy to get her visa done. shall not drone on the boring stuff, like what happened at the embassy, but i had McDonald's breakfast. and I've always been really hyped up eating McDonald's breakfast, its really once in a while do i get the chance to eat McDonald's breakfast, i could say hols only! crapped and slacked hell lots with my eldest sister, i could really say once in a blue moon. lets skip all the draggy details, i got really embarrassed when i realised my bank account didn't have enough money to pay for the books i wanted to buy, ended up having my sister to pay for all of it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M REALLY SORRY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to meet zuk and clique, and i realised one ultimate factor, if I'm ever the only girl going out with that clique, skip that outing. it saves a lot of time and trouble keeping myself entertained, though it's really good time to read, but kinda wasting time i guess. skip all the sad part, at least i got 3 books, 3 good books, 1 of it is for a present though. but still i get more entertainment in books(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ohkay.apparantly this video was taken when we prefects were doing duty during prom night. seriously hilarious, i laughed really really &lt;em&gt;LOUD&lt;/em&gt;;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid78.photobucket.com/albums/j95/maggiieemee/MOV00680.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;our rosary, as you can see, LOM&lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tBb0oobI/AAAAAAAAANc/_-XSZHCU49M/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tBb0oobI/AAAAAAAAANc/_-XSZHCU49M/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142738064663683506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;my christmas dress(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tB70oocI/AAAAAAAAANk/CqhqmmOGlpY/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tB70oocI/AAAAAAAAANk/CqhqmmOGlpY/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142738073253618114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;chang nian da hui.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tCL0oodI/AAAAAAAAANs/BTPuJcuGyB8/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tCL0oodI/AAAAAAAAANs/BTPuJcuGyB8/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142738077548585426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;LOM, chang nian da hui&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tCr0ooeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nK0kHLMwggw/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tCr0ooeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nK0kHLMwggw/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142738086138520034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1738380253936201231?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1738380253936201231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1738380253936201231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1738380253936201231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1738380253936201231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-really-long-day-cause-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R16tBb0oobI/AAAAAAAAANc/_-XSZHCU49M/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2154574497393692674</id><published>2007-12-10T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:11:08.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was was a crazy day, rushing here and there. woke up really late for church so i skipped mass, sorry i'm bad;D just went for meeting and went to anchor point to get things, wrapping paper and more gifts. ended up cabbing here and there, spent more than 10 bucks on cabbing today. fishcake chicken mcnugget! had much much much fun at the Christmas party today, camwhored, not much photos though. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF ONLY I HAD A CAMERA!?!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*ignores*&lt;/span&gt; you're can see pictures from korkor's blog(: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OH OH OH! I LOVEEE MY DRESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2154574497393692674?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2154574497393692674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2154574497393692674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2154574497393692674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2154574497393692674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-was-crazy-day-rushing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6081970285754374897</id><published>2007-12-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:17:24.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from basketball bbq and it's alright luh. this year we didn't rent bike cause, when we reached there all the bike rental shops were closed and the last one standing was day light robbery. i can't blame the bike shops too! cause it was raining the whole day, as in from morning 10 plus all the way till this morning! crap-ed, play-ed, bbq-ed, slept, crazed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming, celebrations are coming, i cant wait to spend christmas at ting's house.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I WANT TO ATTEND CHRISTMAS MASS WITH LEGION PEOPLE!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but i guess it'll never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6081970285754374897?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6081970285754374897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6081970285754374897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6081970285754374897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6081970285754374897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-from-basketball-bbq-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5591217903057002218</id><published>2007-12-05T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:44:01.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jxy 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/WBDOkP1PrX/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/WBDOkP1PrX/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='00CC00'&gt;&lt;font&gt;JING XIU 2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color='00CC00'&gt;"true friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just read many others blog. and i realised how much i missed this camp. this camp felt really different, like being in another world. like monica, in other camps i've always wanted to be pulled out cause of a match or training. but this camp just felt different. i had to leave on the second day morning just for my match,i was worried, i was worried for my program, for everything. i wanted to know what was happening and what happened. and i msged to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the 3rd and 4th day came, it felt as though only a day had past and no one wanted wanted to leave. recon this year really touched me deep, its probably because of the theme "rebuild friendship, renewing friendship".this theme hit me a lot. it's true how friends play a great role in life. and in this time of my life, i know that legion friends are friends who are there unconditionally, they are there always. those hugs and everything, they were what i exactly needed, comfort. just those hugs said everything that came from your hearts. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the last night came and the songs and prayer came i felt everything went wrong, i broke down. i hated the feeling when i knew something was wrong but i didnt have the guts to take over. but a hug here and there got me settled down. thank you chris for that "DONT GIVE A SHIT!" ehhs(: you've helped me a lot along the way. you've been there for me when i needed your help. you gave me a hug when i really needed one. you told everything was fine when i needed to know that. you told me i did well even when i thought i did shit. THANK YOU. its really been a long journey for the past half a year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she done such a good job. i felt her struggling, her happiness the first time. i wanted to help, i offered to help. i told her to smile, she did. we helped each other through rough times, and thats what i call friends(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group leader, i've pestered him for meetings the past helf a year, i wanted things completed. i'm sorry i didn't stap in even when i felt you needed help. i wanted to help but i just didnt dare. it was just me. SORRY. i tried my best to help for the songs but i felt i didnt do enough, and i guess its true, i really havent done enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuiling, jojo, jerome and mark. thank you for helping during plannings.when my ideas were rejected, all of youre tried giving ideas. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for helping, even on the last night. those tears were cause i felt i failed cause you had to step in. and i really didnt want this camp to end so fast. those late night and no sleep really paid off, they were worth it. they were worth it for the joy seen in the campers, in us(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quote at the start was a quote nigel pasted on the wall during precamp. this quote was the one that stayed in my mind the longest, the one that had the most inpact on me. and when i just came back from camp, my siao de told me that the silence between us wasnt weird. when she told me that i was really touched, i just felt really heart warmed, to have such a good friend, such a close friend. she means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during jxy, during recon night, the silence was felt, those hugs were just heartwarming. we could stand there not abe to say anything but understand each other's feelings by just a hug. and for me all these i felt were just little things that made someone feel good, much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the end of jxy, and like all the other people, no one wants it to end. but it's ended. but it's the start of a new friendship for some, and the turning point for some. I LOVE YGZs and the campers(: I LOVE JXY 2007!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this song is in nigel's blog but i feel that it depicts us ygz's journey towards this camp, and our life journey. and every little thing just means a lot to me, the pen that was given by our ying zhang, nigel,and this camp(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5591217903057002218?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5591217903057002218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5591217903057002218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5591217903057002218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5591217903057002218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/jxy-2007_04.html' title='jxy 2007'/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2702545851914770872</id><published>2007-11-25T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:41:59.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been hell long time since i've blog and i've gone shopping with ting and vivian and we took hell lots of photos but i've only got some. went and came back from chalet, rainbathed cause there was no sun when the few of us went to sentosa. HELL. i'll let the photos talk cause there so much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;too much shopping.? craze.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e0zq0rm1I/AAAAAAAAALk/WaVTKg3I3Xc/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e0zq0rm1I/AAAAAAAAALk/WaVTKg3I3Xc/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136272699800918866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;ting's gone crazy too.?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e01K0rm2I/AAAAAAAAALs/CZUWn056f3k/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e01K0rm2I/AAAAAAAAALs/CZUWn056f3k/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136272725570722658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;so have vivian!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e01q0rm3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/VHSGjPFevXw/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e01q0rm3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/VHSGjPFevXw/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136272734160657266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;celebration after finding job!? i swear i didnt interview(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e0260rm4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LX3ZnbXPCL4/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e0260rm4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LX3ZnbXPCL4/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136272755635493762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;photo craze. just a day out:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e03q0rm5I/AAAAAAAAAME/454mdG5oiEQ/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e03q0rm5I/AAAAAAAAAME/454mdG5oiEQ/s320/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136272768520395666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;pasir ris park early in the morning.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2Ua0rm6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MyuSTIWXpPU/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2Ua0rm6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MyuSTIWXpPU/s320/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274361953262498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;slacking! mistreated girls:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2U60rm7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/H1hKJJrz3Ng/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2U60rm7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/H1hKJJrz3Ng/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274370543197106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;OUR bikes(: 7&amp;5&lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2Va0rm8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HJAznu6X4B8/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2Va0rm8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HJAznu6X4B8/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274379133131714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;kinda nude ehh.? I'M NOT(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2Vq0rm9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/U-FEbZ7IQTk/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2Vq0rm9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/U-FEbZ7IQTk/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274383428099026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;me and ting. raintanning.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2WK0rm-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/aIQbeSFe8Lw/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e2WK0rm-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/aIQbeSFe8Lw/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274392018033634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;twist(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3Ra0rm_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-K_KeIZtwoU/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3Ra0rm_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-K_KeIZtwoU/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136275409925282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;superwowomen out to fly.? they've crashed!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3Rq0rnAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lHHIfWpAhUs/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3Rq0rnAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lHHIfWpAhUs/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136275414220250114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;a-rated film.? nah, i didnt kiss her!?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3R60rnBI/AAAAAAAAANE/6VcqsjlfhXM/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3R60rnBI/AAAAAAAAANE/6VcqsjlfhXM/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136275418515217426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;our day out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3Sa0rnCI/AAAAAAAAANM/LGxhamUG6F4/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3Sa0rnCI/AAAAAAAAANM/LGxhamUG6F4/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136275427105152034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;the chirstmas deco(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3S60rnDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ClVrOsAfdV4/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e3S60rnDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ClVrOsAfdV4/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136275435695086642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2702545851914770872?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2702545851914770872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2702545851914770872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2702545851914770872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2702545851914770872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-hell-long-time-since-ive-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/R0e0zq0rm1I/AAAAAAAAALk/WaVTKg3I3Xc/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2078466728198592184</id><published>2007-11-13T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:26:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pre-camp-ed the last three days. it's always the same place but it's kind of a home to me already. went there with my throat feeling a little pain and came back feeling all weak and sick. woke up the second morning feeling a throat that's worse, ate prata and i guess by lunch time it took over me. had fever and skipped meals, but I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!? my fever came and went away &lt;strong&gt;FAST&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM&lt;/em&gt;!lame, but forgive me, I'm &lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;!? and i haven't been sick in a damn long time:D I'm so angry..cause i missed out the wet games, cause i had fever. &lt;strong&gt;RRAHHH LUHH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zuk-ed house after pre-camp and watched 3 shows. marathon ehhs:D &lt;american hunting&gt;, &lt;saw2&gt; and some other basketball show. &lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i missed 30 minutes of saw 2 because of a phone call. but it was a worthy phone call. haven't been chatting on the phone with him in a long time. it used to be an every night routine then one day it turned to no phone calls at all. but for him, my phone welcomes his call every moment:D cause he means a whole lot of good stuff(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went job hunting today and it ended with shopping. 11 ehhs (inside joke). bought a pair of shades worth 17.90. tsktsk. before we even earn money we start spending, what kind of sense is that.? &lt;strong&gt;RRAHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;. had fun standing there trying to choose shades, laughing at ting's laughter. everything was hell lots of fun cause the three of us haven't gone out till so late together for a long time. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVEEE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this feeling alright:D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE ROCK. THEY ROCK. LOVEEEE LUHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;center&gt;and that's our prata that turned into maggie!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp536L2qI/AAAAAAAAALE/1Zgr_xY3peU/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp536L2qI/AAAAAAAAALE/1Zgr_xY3peU/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968218370136738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;center&gt;huh.? we cant seeeee YOU:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp9X6L2rI/AAAAAAAAALM/1KEZh6LW5i0/s1600-h/Huh..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp9X6L2rI/AAAAAAAAALM/1KEZh6LW5i0/s320/Huh..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968278499678898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;center&gt;that's our new bought shade;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp-H6L2sI/AAAAAAAAALU/hinDHTv9--g/s1600-h/Cheese-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp-H6L2sI/AAAAAAAAALU/hinDHTv9--g/s320/Cheese-ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968291384580802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;center&gt;doh, ray, MEEEEE!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp_36L2tI/AAAAAAAAALc/9NDlUsGBO1k/s1600-h/DSC02305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp_36L2tI/AAAAAAAAALc/9NDlUsGBO1k/s320/DSC02305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968321449351890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2078466728198592184?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2078466728198592184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2078466728198592184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2078466728198592184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2078466728198592184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/pre-camp-ed-last-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rzhp536L2qI/AAAAAAAAALE/1Zgr_xY3peU/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3030321767173044576</id><published>2007-11-07T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:36:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OBS-ED the whole of last week. i could say i wasn't really enthu at first, just when we reached there and our new friends came mountain, zuk and i started making friends. trust fall-ed, high element-ed and you really wouldn't want to know how much i screamed during the high element. hell lots:D slept outdoor, slept even when i was drenched and shivered through the night. kayak-ed and i was dizzy and zuk had sea sick. RRAAHHH-ER, still we had to go on. and i didnt sleep in the kayak!? hell NO(: yada yada. havent got much picture but pictures of my watch. NEHRUUUUU&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is NEHRU, on our first day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIvql69yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Zm3eOpTtFfQ/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIvql69yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Zm3eOpTtFfQ/s320/img001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129750328043566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i LOVEEE CINDY. *pinches*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIwKl69zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k09SlRXsRmc/s1600-h/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIwKl69zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k09SlRXsRmc/s320/img002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129750336633501490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you know its ME to find HER. great world-ed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIwal690I/AAAAAAAAAK8/LUiwKY1Bbs8/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIwal690I/AAAAAAAAAK8/LUiwKY1Bbs8/s320/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129750340928468802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3030321767173044576?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3030321767173044576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3030321767173044576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3030321767173044576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3030321767173044576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/obs-ed-whole-of-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RzCIvql69yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Zm3eOpTtFfQ/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4686173814831421194</id><published>2007-10-25T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:12:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's been boring the past week. Always having the urge of skipping school, but, &lt;strong&gt;FAT HOPE! &lt;/strong&gt;it's impossible to get my parent to write an absent letter. &lt;em&gt;GRR.&lt;/em&gt; anyways was just watching [the PURSUIT of HAPPYNESS] during english and [phantom of the opera] during lit:D the rest was just slacking and the day passed just through slacking. &lt;em&gt;RRRAAHHH.&lt;/em&gt; also, today i realised what a pig a was. i could feel sleepy every single lesson and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;. TSKTSK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr we're having a celebration. not that we're happy that mr lau's leaving, just that we're thanking him for all he's done all the while:D i have totally no idea what the plan is about, and i wouldn't know till tmr too. friday's the day we collect our report book, and i've got a very bad feeling about it. maybe it's the &lt;em&gt;"i'm in shit" &lt;/em&gt;kind of feeling, cause i've really done badly in my studies. &lt;em&gt;RRAHHH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/strong&gt; camps are coming, &lt;em&gt;OBS, pre-camp, chalet, JXY.&lt;/em&gt; i guess obs to me is a relief from the busy roads and stresses and pre-camp is a get together thingy whereas the planning for camp. ITS KILLING ME!? but as they say, &lt;em&gt;'bitter comes before sweet'&lt;/em&gt; TSK TSK. i so believe in that NOW. i pray and hope that programmes would turn out perfect on JXY, pray pray pray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yesterday was two people's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAM AND KYM:D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OEI AND JIAYIN!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4686173814831421194?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4686173814831421194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4686173814831421194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4686173814831421194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4686173814831421194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/10/schools-been-boring-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5182370592038065731</id><published>2007-10-24T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:21:50.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't updated in a long long time and i guess many things have happened. lets start from the time I've stopped blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results came out and it looked like a toilet bowl full of shit. my results were horrendous! I failed English which was my first paper that i had confidence in, math, social studies and geog were no where better. social studies and math were expected cause math was hopeless and for social studies i only did source based question. &lt;em&gt;HECK!&lt;/em&gt; and after exam was all playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefect's camp came and went, the first day when i got to school it was the 'i don't want to leave' kind of mood. I knew I'd miss everything and everyone. what i didn't know was that I'd miss my bed the most!:D our lunch that day was outdoor cooking which i felt was rather shitty. my group did not have enough people who had outdoor cooking experience, so everything kind of screwed up. our rice wasn't cooked, we couldn't get anything else cooked. &lt;strong&gt;RRAAAHHH.&lt;/strong&gt; ended up zhang Wang scrambled egg with who knows what, and they all started eating. everything to me looked rather dubious so i chose not to eat. BUT, lucky enough, the instructors gave out food, so i got a plate! &lt;em&gt;THANK YOU SO SO MUCH:D&lt;/em&gt; but it's not like i don't trust my group's cooking, and I'm not a pampered &lt;em&gt;BRAT&lt;/em&gt; alright. i just didn't feel good, and i just didn't want to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day was challenge pole and expedition. the challenge pole was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNN!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it was hell lot of fun alright. BUT, DANG! my hand was too short! i couldn't reach the pole.&lt;strong&gt;RRAAHH&lt;/strong&gt;! my poor VIVIAN was freaked out. but, at least she jumped. &lt;em&gt;GIRL, I'm SO proud of you.&lt;/em&gt; don't worry too much about heights alright;D expedition was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i was in charge of T.ALI's baby, which was a watermelon. how great was it that just after i passed the baby to someone else it died? LOLS. i am NOT, NOT! blaming anyone. it was just rather hilarious at how it spilt. many things happened during the expedition, SYAHIDAH was a little horny girl. HORNY HORNY! chit chatted with vivian:D that was my most wild time alright! and going home was LOVEEEE i came home and i just shouted "HOME SWEET HOME, I LOVEEE MY HOUSE!" if someone was walking by i think that person might have wondered if i just return from mental hospital:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been going out a lot. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELL LOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyday you could say. and i spent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELL LOT OF MONEY!?!? RRAAHHHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i need a job. now. fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5182370592038065731?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5182370592038065731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5182370592038065731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5182370592038065731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5182370592038065731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/10/havent-updated-in-long-long-time-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1288245830625781517</id><published>2007-10-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:25:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEE~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;have been going out for skinnies spree and exams are finally over. what a relief:D i cannot really be bothered much whether i fail many papers or not. Have felt rather dishearted after math paper one. I feel that the paper was the turning point of my confidence for &lt;em&gt;EOY&lt;/em&gt;. anyway, EOY has ended, there are much more things that i should worry about. example, OBS, coming JXY and i want to get a &lt;em&gt;JOB&lt;/em&gt;!? holidays are coming, it means that the year is ending, it feels as though time has been passing faster and faster as each year passes. AND,&lt;em&gt;Os is just next year&lt;/em&gt;. i pray and pray that i just dont play too much next year, study harder, pass my math, my eng, my lit and my geog. &lt;em&gt;score a distinction for my art! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant say much, i dont want to say much. i just want to get myself out of all those shit. and i never want to get myself in shit(s) anymore:D &lt;strong&gt;IM PROUD TO BE WHO I AM&lt;/strong&gt;. and im sorry if i ever did something wrong! i never wanted to be a barrier, i wanted to see things go happily, so i feel sorry if i've spoilt anything so great. i just want to return to my cheerful self. i'm sorry i've been such an immature selfish girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1288245830625781517?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1288245830625781517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1288245830625781517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1288245830625781517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1288245830625781517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/10/whee-have-been-going-out-for-skinnies.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-421132921639672613</id><published>2007-10-04T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:29:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RRRAAHHH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;EOY&lt;/em&gt; is ending is another 3 days, excluding &lt;em&gt;LC &lt;/em&gt;paper uhh:D &lt;em&gt;EOY&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;bull&lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!? summary for the paper's i've done, math is &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;.? chem is &lt;em&gt;DIFFICULT&lt;/em&gt;.? ss is &lt;strong&gt;FAIL.? &lt;/strong&gt;chinese is &lt;em&gt;HALF HANGING&lt;/em&gt;.? art was &lt;strong&gt;HALF 'COOKED'&lt;/strong&gt;!?!? and a summary for coming papers, math paper 2 is &lt;em&gt;DIE&lt;/em&gt;!? lit is &lt;strong&gt;BEGGING TO PASS&lt;/strong&gt;. geog is &lt;em&gt;REMEMBERING MY FACTS&lt;/em&gt;. and physics is &lt;strong&gt;THE FORMULAS&lt;/strong&gt;!? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RRAAAHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. late night sleeps like 4am.? came along with &lt;em&gt;EOY&lt;/em&gt;, and i hated that. anyway i haven't been blogging due to the cause of studying for &lt;em&gt;EOY&lt;/em&gt; which i guess wasn't much help. but still, it helps to hold some hope.? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6days:LAST PAPER;D&lt;br /&gt;7days:ONE YEAR ANNI!? &lt;br /&gt;8days:PIG BIRTHDAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-421132921639672613?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/421132921639672613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=421132921639672613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/421132921639672613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/421132921639672613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/10/rrraahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4478280478166608460</id><published>2007-09-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:03:44.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;font color="66FF66"&gt;HAPPY 11TH MONTH ANNI KORKOR!?!? ONE MORE MONTH TO A YEAR:D LOVEEEESSS((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't ready for the first day of school, this one week's term break passed in the blink of an eye. &lt;em&gt;GRRR!&lt;/em&gt; went school today and my eyes were stuck on the book i've borrowed from the library the whole time, i meant it, &lt;strong&gt;THE WHOLE TIME&lt;/strong&gt;:D i didn't pay attention in any class, &lt;em&gt;ANY!&lt;/em&gt; that isn't such a good sign cause year end's in just two weeks time, and today's the day math learns a new chapter, which equally means, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of knew he didn't like it when i talked about her in my blog, but &lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HECK!&lt;/em&gt; its the truth i don't like her, and i'm just saying that!? &lt;em&gt;AHHHH&lt;/em&gt;!! but i'm starting to get used to her, as in, &lt;em&gt;she being around him&lt;/em&gt;. i used to hate the sight of the both of them, but heck it! i am now concentrating on my studies and i &lt;strong&gt;SO SO SO DO NOT WANT TO RETAIN&lt;/strong&gt;:D i so hope he sees this cause i used to hate her cause of him. &lt;U&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND, I AM STILL ANGRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPEN THAT DAY!? it shows how much trust he puts in me uhh.? ZERO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="33FF33"&gt;OUR sentosa trip:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RuVGKmznVYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ML1Y2PMzzH0/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RuVGKmznVYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ML1Y2PMzzH0/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108566500351366530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first paper: 18 days&lt;br /&gt;first oral exam: 3 days&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;strong&gt;STRESSED&lt;/strong&gt;!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4478280478166608460?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4478280478166608460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4478280478166608460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4478280478166608460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4478280478166608460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-11th-month-anni-korkor-one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RuVGKmznVYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ML1Y2PMzzH0/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4691607675560230803</id><published>2007-09-10T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:37:35.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been to sentosa, got a tan (or you could say burn, cause its hurting), took some photos there, soaked a little, just a little:D got a hard time deciding whether we should go steamboat and the end decision was afterall, &lt;em&gt;YES!?&lt;/em&gt; that steamboat was suppose to be a happy one but during the journey there was feeling rather low, my mood was what i could say, rather perculiar that day, thought back about the day they celebrated my birthday at sentosa, and i guess what best friend said was right, its just silly to hold on to these memories. i went marina i was back to the crazy me, the rest was rather moodless too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRRR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hate it when things were like that, so joel tried to be a fool and started coming up with stupid cold jokes. kind of &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; it to see friends leaving the group for free of charge puffs. its just like 5, 10 mins and they're walking away again, kind of gets on my nerve. &lt;em&gt;GRRRRRRRRR! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed out the last of our 3 hours &lt;strong&gt;CIP&lt;/strong&gt;:D slacked and went out for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAIRSPAY!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kind of happy i didnt miss out the fun. ching gang plus mazuk, kind of lame uhh! everyone's paying attention to the show and they're just talking and talking, making fun out of the show. &lt;em&gt;zZz&lt;/em&gt;. anyway it was a nice show, for those people who likes music and dance. supper-ed and now i guess i'm starting to owe more and more people money. &lt;em&gt;GRRRR&lt;/em&gt;!?!? i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO SO SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hate that feeling can.? but i'll scrimp and save some money the naxt few days to pay off my debts, but meanwhile, to those whom i owe money to, &lt;em&gt;PLEASE&lt;/em&gt; wait.?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped church just to study, kind of feel that i'm becoming a jerk. just one hour of church and i couldn't even spare. feeling rather regretful that i didn't go church today, well, i attended meeting though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i just shouldn't miss anymore of my masses, i very well skipped many, and i myself know that:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KORKOR!?!? LOVEEEE((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming dates: &lt;em&gt;EXAMS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new details: &lt;em&gt;I'M SMILING AGAIN:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows: &lt;em&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4691607675560230803?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4691607675560230803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4691607675560230803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4691607675560230803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4691607675560230803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-to-sentosa-got-tan-or-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1575557731863687406</id><published>2007-09-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:09:11.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRRR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; met bateng early in the morning wanted to start rushing out cip hours for nyaa and they told us there was too many people.? &lt;em&gt;DANG!&lt;/em&gt; ended up walking around aim-lessly around great world, laughing at bateng's lame-ness, window shopping &lt;em&gt;handbags&lt;/em&gt;:D went back to bukit merah library and start on our 6 hours long of cip, you didn't hear wrong, it was  hours &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX DAMN LONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of cip. and i guess I'm finally starting to read again. &lt;em&gt;YES!?!?! &lt;/em&gt;i feel contented at the knowledge of me reading again:D it's going to be an accomplishment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking forward: tomorrow's sentosa trip:D&lt;br /&gt;prayers: korkor to be safe through his trip. LOVEESS:D&lt;br /&gt;hopes: that i can finish my homework!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1575557731863687406?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1575557731863687406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1575557731863687406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1575557731863687406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1575557731863687406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrr_06.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4714880325009758285</id><published>2007-09-06T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:10:54.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRRR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i spent like 2 hours plus changing my blogkskin, that 2 hours plus should be spent on studying uhh.! woke up late and decided to go to school to meet ting and others late. was supposed to be studying but ended up helping Jr do his Chinese and &lt;em&gt;catching fish&lt;/em&gt; and bitching, i did&lt;em&gt; SOME&lt;/em&gt; notes though((: its been a long time since the three of us have sat down to bitch about some dogs uhh. that feeling was just total perfection. some internal conflicts have aroused, and we aren't that close anymore. i somehow hope that all those would just disappear and we three would be inseparable again:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random-ness;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is &lt;em&gt;78&lt;/em&gt; i hate you(s) cause i really hate you. i hate you for giving me those memories, those hurtful, unforgettable memories. cause this is our favourite number. for her taking this number away from me. for everything you to do to me. in three words i sum it all, &lt;em&gt;I HATE YOU!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess after this i should be happy, but as of now I'm kind of pissed of cause I'm hungry and i don't have food. quite a spoilt brat huh.? &lt;em&gt;I'M NOT!? &lt;/em&gt;I'm just hungry and don't wish to get more gastric pangs, cause I've got a feeling they're coming back to haunt me, i haven't really gotten well from this stupid gastric thing anyways. till tomorrow, i shall stay untouched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3pt&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;warning: DO NOT STEP ON MY TAIL TONIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4714880325009758285?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4714880325009758285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4714880325009758285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4714880325009758285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4714880325009758285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2515572270938137280</id><published>2007-09-05T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:14:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remedial-ed. k-box-ed. camwhored. &lt;em&gt;IT WAS FUN ALRIGHTS:D&lt;/em&gt; anyways i was in a damn good mood just cause of the call korkor made when i was crying the day before. its always the same old reason why those tears drop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0okGznVCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U8OGHPR9x6U/s1600-h/P1000214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0okGznVCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U8OGHPR9x6U/s320/P1000214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106282153275511842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0okmznVDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dHPp1yBJSgc/s1600-h/P1000213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0okmznVDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dHPp1yBJSgc/s320/P1000213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106282161865446450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font color="000000"&gt;the bottom picture depicted the top. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE'S BLACK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0prGznVEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GpqnRxwz0nY/s1600-h/P1000211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0prGznVEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GpqnRxwz0nY/s200/P1000211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106283373046223938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0prWznVFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F_SdYvsr-sc/s1600-h/P1000215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0prWznVFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F_SdYvsr-sc/s200/P1000215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106283377341191250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;and the top depicted the lower one. I WAS BORED!?!? SOTONG!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yJGznVGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ImOGYGG5Hm4/s1600-h/bird+and+vale..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yJGznVGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ImOGYGG5Hm4/s320/bird+and+vale..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106292684535321698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="FFFF66"&gt;&lt;center&gt;they stole my ice lemon tea lemon.! THIEF!? GRRR!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yJmznVHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J12tLy43LHA/s1600-h/P1000230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yJmznVHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J12tLy43LHA/s320/P1000230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106292693125256306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;LALALA. SINGING UHH!?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yJ2znVII/AAAAAAAAAIk/YttDb1x6iNs/s1600-h/P1000231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yJ2znVII/AAAAAAAAAIk/YttDb1x6iNs/s320/P1000231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106292697420223618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;eh eh eh. don't take larhhs.! *clicks*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yKGznVJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Ayz6m04h_CY/s1600-h/cant+reach+uhh!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yKGznVJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Ayz6m04h_CY/s320/cant+reach+uhh!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106292701715190930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;i can't reach!?!? *jumps* can reach liaos!~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yKWznVKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B8VntG1GFyg/s1600-h/P1000240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0yKWznVKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B8VntG1GFyg/s320/P1000240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106292706010158242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="CC99FF"&gt;bird: why you can reach so easily.?*reaches out*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;vale: cause you short!:D*touches the signboard*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zvWznVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z9_BT491IIY/s1600-h/P1000243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zvWznVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z9_BT491IIY/s320/P1000243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106294441176945842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;when we played, HIDE-AND-SEEK. [childish can.! but we LOVEEEE:D]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zvmznVMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kGaKfdrpHQE/s1600-h/P1000251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zvmznVMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kGaKfdrpHQE/s320/P1000251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106294445471913154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;AHH! why have three pigs.? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zv2znVNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hxcDqGDP1cA/s1600-h/P1000254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zv2znVNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hxcDqGDP1cA/s320/P1000254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106294449766880466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;CHEESEEEE. bird squarting.? zZz!~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zwGznVOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_JIya7aal9c/s1600-h/P1000258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zwGznVOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_JIya7aal9c/s320/P1000258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106294454061847778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;mag &amp; vale: SO CHOU!?!?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zwWznVPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3oi7vaxA6A/s1600-h/P1000264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0zwWznVPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3oi7vaxA6A/s320/P1000264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106294458356815090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;mag: what you looking at.? want fight.?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;vale: just thinking whether you're a model, stand until like that!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01MWznVQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GQMxVQFRNg4/s1600-h/P1000267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01MWznVQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GQMxVQFRNg4/s320/P1000267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106296038904780034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="CC99FF"&gt;bird: dont tell people i stealing strawberry, SHHHH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01MmznVRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hLTOHtZcniI/s1600-h/P1000268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01MmznVRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hLTOHtZcniI/s320/P1000268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106296043199747346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;vale: just a bite will do, im HUNGRY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01M2znVSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qhP4vOksmHI/s1600-h/P1000270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01M2znVSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qhP4vOksmHI/s320/P1000270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106296047494714658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;mag:*licks* YUM YUM, this is great.!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01NWznVTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oM0ZYY9SxhQ/s1600-h/P1000273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01NWznVTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oM0ZYY9SxhQ/s320/P1000273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106296056084649266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;all three: don't snatch i want drink.!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01NmznVUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tUGyaPvLYGk/s1600-h/P1000283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt01NmznVUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tUGyaPvLYGk/s320/P1000283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106296060379616578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;mag: just a lick.?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;vale: just a bite:P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt02xWznVVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/I3pV7V9m8N0/s1600-h/P1000293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt02xWznVVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/I3pV7V9m8N0/s320/P1000293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106297774071567698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;when we were sad, disfigured faces:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt02xmznVWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Rl6Sm4RIhiI/s1600-h/P1000294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt02xmznVWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Rl6Sm4RIhiI/s320/P1000294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106297778366535010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="CC99FF"&gt;bird: watch me! *grabs the pole*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt02x2znVXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mIID5g0srGU/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt02x2znVXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mIID5g0srGU/s320/P1000308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106297782661502322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="99FFCC"&gt;this is the cause of too much studying, camwhoring:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2515572270938137280?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2515572270938137280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2515572270938137280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2515572270938137280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2515572270938137280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/remedial-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rt0okGznVCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U8OGHPR9x6U/s72-c/P1000214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-8040942044387140887</id><published>2007-09-01T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:08:41.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;&lt;font color="33CC33"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACES DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could say our dance was a success, but many were kind of shy so we werent our 100% that day. anyway it was still a beautiful work done:D many commented that our class dance was funny and innovative, was rather disappointed when the results were out cause we didnt win. &lt;em&gt;BUT, WE HAD FUN!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to wake up at 5.30 but when my alarm rang, i woke up and was like &lt;em&gt;'why i wake up so early uhh.?'&lt;/em&gt; and went back to sleep. when i woke up at 6.20 i was swearing to myself cause i just remembered it was aces day and i was suppose to be in school at 6.30! helped the girls style their hair that i didnt have the time to tie my hair and ended up letting people style my hair. it looked quite gross cause my hair was too long to be styled, anyways it took me like &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt; to get the wax cum spray off my hair, and it was still a little gross*_* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when out with bird and bateng to watch &lt;em&gt;EVANS ALMIGHTY&lt;/em&gt;. it was super funny can. they made fun of God alright, but an interesting story. went walk walk, &lt;strong&gt;ART FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;, made a fool out of myself, &lt;strong&gt;CRAFT SHOP&lt;/strong&gt;, made silly comments:D went to meet up with sotong and gang after that and i could say i got mighty pissed off. GRRR. &lt;font style=" font size: 12pt"&gt;&lt;font color="FF3333"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i apologise for my attitude and temper guys. SORRY!?:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF9999"&gt;&lt;center&gt;ZHUUU-NI, BIRD &amp; MEE((: it's aces dance.!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiOWznU6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z3X-s2JoZb4/s1600-h/P1000146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiOWznU6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z3X-s2JoZb4/s320/P1000146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105993707566879650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="FF9999"&gt;&lt;center&gt;my hair's messy uhh.!! GROSS:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiPGznU7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/6whQf23KHhA/s1600-h/P1000157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiPGznU7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/6whQf23KHhA/s320/P1000157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105993720451781554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiPmznU8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/FJz_Om1-2Zk/s1600-h/P1000145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiPmznU8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/FJz_Om1-2Zk/s320/P1000145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105993729041716162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;when her 'feathers' were messed:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiQmznU9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fc4mMOfMdoA/s1600-h/P1000155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiQmznU9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fc4mMOfMdoA/s320/P1000155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105993746221585362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;MOVIEEES:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiRWznU-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/l6hdtD7o9nk/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiRWznU-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/l6hdtD7o9nk/s320/P1000167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105993759106487266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;78 still means as much to her.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwnfGznU_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/satLhJHHcg0/s1600-h/P1000170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwnfGznU_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/satLhJHHcg0/s320/P1000170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105999492887827442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwnfmznVAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4Ssw8bde-fs/s1600-h/P1000171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwnfmznVAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4Ssw8bde-fs/s320/P1000171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105999501477762050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="FF6633"&gt;bird: this paper like your shirt, take leh take leh! *laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="66CC33"&gt;me: dont lame uhh. dont want!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF6633"&gt;bird: 'pulls out the stripe paper and passes it to me'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF6633"&gt;bird:hold uh.!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="66CC33"&gt;mag:GRRR.i feel like im making a fool out of myself uh.! ass luhh you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;when we bought the same anklet, i owe her $5. GRRR!?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rtwnf2znVBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/blDybep6wnU/s1600-h/P1000192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Rtwnf2znVBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/blDybep6wnU/s320/P1000192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105999505772729362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-8040942044387140887?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8040942044387140887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=8040942044387140887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8040942044387140887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8040942044387140887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/aces-day-i-could-say-our-dance-was.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RtwiOWznU6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z3X-s2JoZb4/s72-c/P1000146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3916721520443760094</id><published>2007-08-31T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:15:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;&lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;PISSED PISSED PISSED!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever thought i was the bad person then so be it.! I'm not going to put in an effort to change that view of yours. i still don't get why i helped them so much, so much. i know i effing; seriously effing hate her, but i don't get it why i helped her so much. me and bird got screamed at by our class people;&lt;em&gt; OUR&lt;/em&gt; own class people and from des. and all i got back was just dagger stares. &lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO MUCH FOR HELPING UHH!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; taking in all the lashings and there wasn't even a 'thank you' in return. its fine if you know i hate her (cause here i can admit, i do) and you think I'd side my class and blame her, cause boy you just make me feel so disappointed in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn effing high when it came to aces day dance, the class co-operated perfectly well today, that within 2 periods, they managed to change some dance steps. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="FF0099"&gt;THREE-DSSS; I FEEL SO PROUD OF YOU PEOPLE:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; its really the first time i see the class so enthusiastic and i really hope tomorrow would be the same, a 100% the last time and off to studies!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font color="00CC00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LETS GET CRAZY!?!? XI SHUA SHUA (ENCORE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3916721520443760094?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3916721520443760094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3916721520443760094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3916721520443760094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3916721520443760094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/pissed-pissed-pissed-if-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6667915240898934583</id><published>2007-08-24T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:58:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somethings have been kept in me for quite awhile already. its time i let them out. those sorrow within those gratefulness kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRSTLY, I OWE SORRYS!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.. sorry to those whom i didnt pass the ball to during yesterday and day before's match. &lt;strong&gt;REALLY SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;. esp to &lt;em&gt;MY SIAO DE&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;BIRDDD&lt;/em&gt;. though bird you dont want me to mention cause you're still kind of pissed of, but i really feel guilty and it wouldn't be the last match:D sorry to those whom we played match with cause i know i hurt two girls with my head. zZz.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font style=" font size: 14pt"&gt;THANK YOUS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to bird for that beautifully passed one ball:D thank you bird for arranging that st margs match for us so that finally we know that we sec 3s can actually work with the sec 2s. thank you coach for that close to two years of coaching and you let us realise that we only learn how to treasure when we've lost something, both ,matches i could proudly say we play them for you. we wanted to win badly, seriously badly. winning the st margs game gave us a hope, gave us more confidence in winning the queenscup. but afterall, i guess we've disappointed ourselves. by just three points. i probably should say &lt;em&gt;thank you fang&lt;/em&gt; for letting me know our friendship could still be saved:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font style=" font size: 13pt"&gt;CRAZINESS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was madness after queenscup yesterday though all of us were injured, though we lost the match, though we cried, we still had our time of craziness. it was fun dining with ting and fang cause we chose dishes for like 15mins plus plus cause we laughed at like... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;zZz.! and it felt exactly like how we used to be last time(: serene center with bird too:P bird knows i know can liao.! keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font style=" font size: 5pt"&gt;last of all, thanks bird for telling me this song [just go] seems like the message he was bringing across to me uhh. i know i cant let go, its just too difficult. i've tried letting, still trying, will be trying to let go. and i know what im grabbing onto is just air.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6667915240898934583?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6667915240898934583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6667915240898934583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6667915240898934583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6667915240898934583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/somethings-have-been-kept-in-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-263255862815967836</id><published>2007-08-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:41:53.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm starting to hate it when i have to blog with so little buttons but..heck.! &lt;br /&gt;went to watch license to wed with bird. thought it would be damn super funny but ended up it just brought a little humor and sorrow. chatted to asshole, know how bad she treats asshole, quite pity asshole, but afterall he's an asshole so i guess at the end of the day he'll always be fine:D SMILE ASSHOLE!? met up with ting and the rest, ended up cabbing down to supreme court with fang, sotong and han-zZz and just stood there to watch the fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who missed the fireworks and dont mind watching a 10min quite blur video, here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1NPa2G1siM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1NPa2G1siM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember about the waterbaby fight i mentioned.? i managed to take a short video of the war:D and i got whacked in the process.&lt;em&gt; TSK!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knS6hJcHq6I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knS6hJcHq6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7262514-263255862815967836?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/263255862815967836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=263255862815967836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/263255862815967836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/263255862815967836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-starting-to-hate-it-when-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-610253371638228563</id><published>2007-08-17T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:41:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROMISES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: -1pt"&gt;its just one promise i wish i could tell him. one selfish, childish promise. i just wish she wouldn't fall in love with those two numbers. the only two numbers that gave me all the memories, that only two numbers that brought the both of us together. how selfish, how childish am i.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the things that i do at times make me feel that I'm so silly, so gullible. it's silly to hold on to things that i know don't exist anymore. To believe that that i'd forget you when i don't see you. To make myself busy so i wouldn't think. To believe in promises people make. To talk to people so i don't feel so lonely. BUT, at the end of the day when i tuck myslef into bed, those questions, those cut, they return back to me and hurt me even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm really starting to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVEEEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; school. except those stupid waterbaby fights happening in class 3DEE. but everything else seems to be going right for me:D homeworks, i'm still trying my best to clear all, maths, i'm starting to listen in class and i'm starting to understand!? &lt;em&gt;I FEEL SO PROUD OF MYSELF.XD IM LISTENING IN CLASS AND DOING MY HOMEWORK!?!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow when i think that things are starting to go well, i feel so unsecured, so un-confident. but whatever i do, i always remember one sentence someone i love told me "dont worry about tomorrow.." and so i always refuse to worry about how my tomorrow will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's training i could say was &lt;em&gt;SHITTYY&lt;/em&gt; for me. even though jokes were made, sometimes it isn't even funny, it's actually hurting. think about it, put yourself in that person's shoe. if you were to be said like this, wouldn't you walk off too.? and this childish little acts made me really pissed off today that i almost took my stuff and just walk out from training. i was ready to just leave like this, so i could say it was lucky that they settled all these before anyone walked out. and just one thing i heard made my mood worse. just that &lt;em&gt;ONE THING&lt;/em&gt; said that made my heart feel as if it had been stepped on and stabbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;somehow they always seem to be the ones making me smile again. the lame-ness bird show me. the retarded-ness ting shows that make me laugh. the guailan-ness that fang shoots:D and more, more concern from others. they somehow just make me laugh and smile even when i cry. &lt;font style=" font size: 15pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I REALLY LOVE YOU PEOPLE!?XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-610253371638228563?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/610253371638228563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=610253371638228563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/610253371638228563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/610253371638228563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/promises.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2620573747257657867</id><published>2007-08-11T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:08:28.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>retreat wasn't bad, reflection, a good time for us to reflect cause i guess not everyone has the time to even sit down rest awhile , reflect on our lives. And i really belief that we shouldn't judge a person by their flaws. It's true everyone has their own flaws, whether it's me or you. And sometimes when your friends tell you your flaws, just take it in and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIREWORKS&lt;/em&gt; were just pretty, the prettiest thing you can ever witness:D loved the blue and purple firworks the most!? this year's fireworks were pretty far away from me, mount faber, where all the trees blocked the views and one building blocked the way. I'd rather marina, where the fireworks were just above our heads:D this year was just ting, best friend, MEE, joel, fino, and alex's friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.went for steamboat, ate quite a lot:D feel as if im a pig.!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEILUN!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;a year older, a year wiser:D&lt;br /&gt;thank you for inviting me for&lt;br /&gt;the steamboat:P&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2620573747257657867?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2620573747257657867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2620573747257657867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2620573747257657867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2620573747257657867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/retreat-wasnt-bad-relfection-good-time.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2336100104797074242</id><published>2007-08-08T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:03:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;i have come to a conclusion that it's blogger's problem not my comp!? &lt;em&gt;DANG!&lt;/em&gt; i've only got the basic buttons in my page. no colour and nothing else. BORED. bird didn't come school today. got something like rashes, just worse.? crapped and played with &lt;em&gt;MEE &lt;/em&gt;in school, had English summary test and i slept like most of the time, thrice maybe.? &lt;em&gt;LOLS&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE comes a story:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;someday last week, bird, mee and i went to the arts fest at st margs, sometime during the art fest, when bird and mee went walking around, some boy pop-ed out of nowhere, saying this really really fast, "you have &lt;em&gt;CURLY CURLY&lt;/em&gt; hair." and ran away. damn cute luhh.!! my gosh you wouldn't have known how hard i laughed at mee when i heard that. &lt;em&gt;LOLS&lt;/em&gt;. i was practically rolling on the floor luh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW!&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow's national day celebration already, did i just say &lt;em&gt;ALREADY&lt;/em&gt;.? sounds like i ain't that excited, i should be excited right.? after all it's my country's birthday! and i don't think bird's going to appear in school tomorrow hur. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIRD UHH BIRD!?? GET WELL SOON!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don't make me so lonely and feel damn freaking pathetic lehhs. i can't help but to feel pathetic when bird's not in school. like she's my medicine or something, she really knows how to make a person feel better:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOPS&lt;/em&gt;. and i just realised i haven't blogged seen last week. thats quite awhile hur. days have been the same so nothing's worth blogging. just some random-ness but, miss siow has left our school and i freaking miss her luhh!? anyway i feel quite happy that at least i gave her a farewell gift:D that was the rainbow crown, it was pretty alright, meant for someone who was pretty, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;miss siow&lt;/u&gt;:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about church, feeling quite stressed out. seems like it's just kang le thats having problems with out programs. &lt;em&gt;SERIOUSLY HUGE&lt;/em&gt; problems, can we just start a new.? getting everything done properly, the first step the right direction. im sick and fed up with going back one step and moving forward one step and having go back a step again, it's just... &lt;em&gt;WRONG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND! i promise i'll blog more often:D i miss my blogging habit too.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/right&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/7262514-2336100104797074242?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2336100104797074242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2336100104797074242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2336100104797074242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2336100104797074242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-come-to-conclusion-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3969238494798658724</id><published>2007-08-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:46:44.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so.. &lt;em&gt;PISSED, IRRITATED, I DONT KNOW.!!&lt;/em&gt;so many things happened in just a week.its just things that i want to forget. things that are not worth mentioning. chiong-ed for my geog test, hopefully positive marks:D havet done any better till now, where i finally put down the stone in my heart, not throw just putting it down.though it hurts someitmes when i want to pick that stone up again. i've been reminded. and i thank these friends, &lt;em&gt;TING, BIRD, BEST FRIEND, HAM:D&lt;/em&gt; i really couldnt have cheer-ed up without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SORRY&lt;/em&gt; ham, guess i've been rather irritating this week hurr. all those msges i sent, all those matters i've complained.XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3969238494798658724?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3969238494798658724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3969238494798658724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3969238494798658724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3969238494798658724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahhhhhhhhhhhh-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5298522020902720080</id><published>2007-07-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:00:53.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have been wanting to post for the past week, gotten a new phone and changed my number. relieved to know that no one would bother me anymore, except when i see them in school. anyways, chem was fun when many &lt;em&gt;BLUR&lt;/em&gt; people burnt their hand and broke the beakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RqikTJB4VBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ir29_ZF6zRw/s1600-h/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RqikTJB4VBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ir29_ZF6zRw/s320/DSC00070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091500027490620434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird:"take photo, take photo!!"&lt;br /&gt;joni:"ouch! i burnt my hand!?"&lt;br /&gt;gek hwee:"what happen, what happen.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! this "conversation" came out from bird's brain. HAHA. so damn retarded luh. cause these were all co-incidental. realised all this co-incidental picture when bird, joni, tara and i were having lunch. tsk. we laughed until we were &lt;strong&gt;"rolling"&lt;/strong&gt; on the ground. &lt;em&gt;DAMN FUNNY&lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEVER-ED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on monday, training-ed and got &lt;strong&gt;HIGHER&lt;/strong&gt; fever, got well from fever. &lt;em&gt;DANG&lt;/em&gt;! and its my flu and cough that's getting on my nerves. &lt;em&gt;OH OH OH&lt;/em&gt;. heard mountain's story about a girl's... and jiayin's story about a man's... &lt;em&gt;HAHA.&lt;/em&gt; all in one day. made me laugh like mad!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5298522020902720080?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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ting and i wanted. what we wanted was like last year when we went to the same place to eat, the tables were shared, food was shared, waitings and waitings and the going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ikea's showroom changed much. the people i've gone there with were different too. subjects we talked about were different. and she let me know one thing, friends will always be friends, and when friends quarrel, their friendship will turn better. not those silent wars but those where you say what you really feel and think:D&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW THAT&lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3640876478984596756?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3640876478984596756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1603301802527302363</id><published>2007-07-14T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:24:40.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;XI SHUA SHUA!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the end of our sec 3 camp. wished that it was a longer camp. went JBAC feeling partially sian and down, gotten a nick square root 2, got a lame instructor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(can fight with tan's lame-nessXD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. learnt many cheers in the bus, banana one, underwear cheer, sotong clap yadayada. did absailing, heard screams from flying fox, saw many stunned there didnt want to jump, cheered and screamed and shouted:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRC&lt;/em&gt;, ropes was all i remembered, felt as if i was in a circus, having to walk on ropes, got di siao-ed had to walk to the other end and back, was told to do xi shua shua in the middle of walking back. &lt;em&gt;TSK&lt;/em&gt;. walked there tyres and i &lt;em&gt;FLEW&lt;/em&gt;, was hanging in the air cause the instructor was talking to &lt;em&gt;ED aka FRANCIS&lt;/em&gt;.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURE RUMBLE &lt;/em&gt;was superwoman time:D walked through the muddy muddy place, ryan told me to jump and silly silly me believed in him and jumped. landed perfectly well but i slipped so i flew like superwoman into the bushes. zZz.!! i landed on my face alright.X) its alright that i landed on my face,&lt;em&gt; THE WHOLE CLASS &lt;/em&gt;saw that!?!? my gosh.! that was embrassing. went down some other muddy place, knew that i shouldnt jump, stepped down slowly and my whols shoe sank into the mud. zZz.!! thought that if i didnt jump nothing embarassing would happen, i was wrong. &lt;em&gt;GRRR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPFIRE&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;em&gt;HIGH, SUPER HIGH&lt;/em&gt;. cried, laughed, danced, shouted, screamed did all we could do. campfire performance was the xi shua shua song&lt;33-ed.&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chief wan farted when we were kidnapped.!!GRRR. smeelllyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED, thank you for letting me try the tyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;station even when we were late already:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENDY AND DES GOT BEST CAMPERS:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CAMP AND PERTH STILL.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7262514-1603301802527302363?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1603301802527302363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1603301802527302363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1603301802527302363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1603301802527302363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/xi-shua-shua-its-end-of-our-sec-3-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1895692790568508134</id><published>2007-07-07T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:50:58.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY!?!? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GIRL you're all grown up.!!keke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's girls match was the last match that we seniors could go and watch. the one and only match we had the most hope for them. though its one of the matches we really pressurize the girls is because we believed that they could play this match well. some praises here for the girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;charmaine: though you hurt your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;rather badly, you continued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;best.train up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;controlling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and passes:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuihong: MY GOSH!?!? saw many screens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;coming out from you today. good one!?:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;heard your complains towards bball, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for the last match just do your best alrights:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiling: good play today. saw a few screens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;coming, some daring attempts of layup:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. nothing much about the rest of the girls just that you girls are not tough. getting beaten down by others easily. sec ones, dont be too upset that you're were not given the chance to play in the game, coach was just afraid that you all would get injured only. cheer up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1895692790568508134?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1895692790568508134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1895692790568508134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1895692790568508134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1895692790568508134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-15th-birthday-d-fang-girl-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4116679569530445458</id><published>2007-07-04T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:25:25.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday's meeting was successful, we completed much, skeleton only. i know not to TRY and believe the chief there. the kimi chi omelette i tried to buy, we waited there for like 15-20 mins i suppose. dang. that was super long, especially when you're feeling super hungry. yesterday was just like any other sundays, except it was a monday instead of a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random-ness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once heard from this someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"friends are not friends if they bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and another someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"people say they'd rather bitch than to be bitch-ed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"if you don't want to be being bitched then dont bitch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if friends are for you to bitch then i'd rather you're friend-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what are secrets for best friends for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if they just annouce it to the world.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;maybe its just me or what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the innocence, the trust i have in all friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but over and over again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i've been betrayed this trust, but i still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;waiting, waiting for a day someone would treasure this trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;was that random or was that random.? random i guess. it was just some thoughts i had ever since maybe last week.? this is first time i feel more betrayed than always. if you've had that feeling you'll probably hate it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREASURE NOT ONLY RELATIONSHIPS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;FRIENDSHIPS TOO ARE IMPORTANT:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it's the c girl's south zone tomorrow, and i hate it that i'll not be able to go down and watch. sorry girls. just do your best alright.? remember what jiao lian has taught all of you're and do your best, dont let the mistakes come in and affect your play. &lt;em&gt;JIA YOU C GIRLS!?!?&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4116679569530445458?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4116679569530445458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4116679569530445458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4116679569530445458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4116679569530445458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterdays-meeting-was-successful-we.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5171220632339818335</id><published>2007-07-02T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:57:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school life's always been the same. the c girls have started their match on tues and thurs. im more than proud to say: "girls you've done well!" much improvement was made after what we've corrected. though afetr awhile they will forget but after a reminder they change again. my gosh am i proud of you girls(: &lt;em&gt;DONT, NEVER feel dishearted even though you've lost two matches. buck up and just do your best during the coming matches:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5171220632339818335?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5171220632339818335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5171220632339818335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5171220632339818335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5171220632339818335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-lifes-always-been-same.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3913597287361197122</id><published>2007-06-28T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:49:12.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im lost for words, lost for actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things havent been turning out right for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;letter's been written, kept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;words have been said, spread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts have gone through, lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;homeworks havent been done, dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind's everywhere else, u-turn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wished someone knew what i was thinking, understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;those words on paper, wished someone read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;learnt something i've not known, alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surroundings felt different, changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;im sorry korkor i've talked to you like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'm sorry im making myself all so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've wished for more happiness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but in return, all i get is troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;till this day, i thank you bird for making me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i thank you asshole for being my bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i thank you korkor for knowing when im unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i thank you best friend for knowing how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i thank you pig for ignoring me, waking me up.&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/7262514-3913597287361197122?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5734145550146430635</id><published>2007-06-26T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:39:25.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a new beginning to school. a new term, another chance for me to buck up.no more slacking, no more playing, more and more studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LESS LESS SLEEPING!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my gosh do i sleep like a pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;coming back to school felt good, but sort of a burden too. rather have fun during hols, getting scolded, playing mahjong, having bbqs, having camps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I MISS MY HOLS ACTIVITIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols were ultimate fun. anyways i decided to work hard and not to retain. *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5734145550146430635?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-2106121330032541472</id><published>2007-06-23T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:24:48.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gosh its been it damn long time since i've blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past week was busy getting scolded in perth, standing out in the cold while others were inside eating pancakes. grr. we didnt get to eat the pancakes.!! *sobs* go there just to get scolding, just to stand out in the cold.? its alright, we agreed. as long as we had friends who held on to us as we got scolded. it was times like these i know im far away from familiar land, in a foreign land, away from people i knew, peopl i trusted, people i missed. and i learnt to stand, to stand strong on my feet, to belief strongly in myself. to do things that come from my heart, to speak words that i truely feel. to love that star lit sky, and i LOVED everything in perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a worthy trip indeed. knowing i had people to hold on to me when the wind was strong, i had friends who cared when my gastric came, i had friends who assured me everything was going the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS PERTH?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold weather, no more sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the scoldings, with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the debrief, round robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the lockouts, F1 we hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the chats, we got caught.!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.! nothing could have turned out better during this one week:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-2106121330032541472?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2106121330032541472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=2106121330032541472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2106121330032541472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/2106121330032541472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/gosh-its-been-it-damn-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6498609442519355410</id><published>2007-06-08T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:23:05.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;I LEARNT MUCH MORE THAN EXPECTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had task leadership workshop,&lt;em&gt; iORGANISE&lt;/em&gt;, for the past three days. to me, time seemed like it had re-winded. the starting of this workshop was exactly how i felt at the start of last year's workshop. cooped up in my shell. like last year, this workshop let me realise many things, it let me open up, feel more trusting in others. skip the first and second day, the last day though made all these feeling in me show.&lt;em&gt; IM SORRY I CAME SO LATE.!&lt;/em&gt; played a game, did a sharing. then it was here i started thinking else where, made me cry. i put my trust in &lt;em&gt;SHEENA&lt;/em&gt; and even told her the most confidential things. before sheena came, fang told this, something i guess i'll take along no matter what i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just like a teapot, pour out all the tea and it'll be empty"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FANG.&lt;/em&gt; didnt have the chance to go acknowledge you so... thank you girl for being there for me all the while, telling me the things you've been through. sharing with me what you know. making me laugh when i cry. crying with me when i cry. though sometimes i feel we've drifted apart, we always seem to find our way back to each other. &lt;em&gt;GIRL, YOU MAKE ME SMILE((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHEENA&lt;/em&gt;. the day the workshop ended, at the foyer, you shouted out to me, telling me to tell them. i said yes to you but i know i cant. and during acknowlegement time i cried so hard i couldnt say much. i really appreciate what you've done for me during this three days, bringing me to be who i am today. able to trust in you, you told me it'd continue to happen until i make my stand. though i very much want to change things, i cant. thank you for the hugs cause even without talking, you let me know that i can appear vulnerable in front of you. you let me know i can run towards my goal of being a trustworthy leader, able to trust my peers more. &lt;em&gt;I LOVEEEE YOU, SHEENA!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-6498609442519355410?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6498609442519355410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6498609442519355410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6498609442519355410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6498609442519355410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/learnt-much-more-than-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-3882349311325397888</id><published>2007-06-04T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:39:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT WAS &lt;strong&gt;SUCCESSFUL&lt;/strong&gt;!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES!? IT WAS!? OUR CAMP WAS A &lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/strong&gt;((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;as usual i hate the leaving camp feeling. where you know the only time you can meet the rest is only during qu tuan activities and qu tuan meetings. where you know there aint anymore time for you to feel emo. where there aint times you praise the loud, sing your lungs out, hug and sway with the people beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i miss of everything was the P&amp;W session. its always the songs that touch me, reminding me about the time when i've just joined legion. jxy, a place where i found new friends, a place where i sing my lungs out. a place where there's friends to hug and sway. its hard to find lasting friendship, through these camp and all, i know this is the place where i can find my comfort, my shelter and my friends. friends that are close to my heart, it was proved to me this zmy when i was touched cause at the time i really needed help, i got my help from other ygz(s). they had their own programs to care they could have just dropped me out but they each let out a helping hand and got me standing. i know i counldnt have gone far without them and in my heart im really grateful to them. they gave me another chance. another chance to prove to myself and others that i could do things. i really miss everyone, those ygz people, those campers, but i miss my korkor the most. this song is for korkor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT WINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;some birds live in cages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they sing a quiet song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and like them i oculd sing for only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but loud, your love released me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to sing a different song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spirit wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you lift me over all the earthbound things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and like a bird my heart is flying free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm soaring on the song your spirit brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh lord of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you let me see a vision of your majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you lift up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and carry me on your spirit wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now when your life confines me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just look to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and soon my heart is soaring high above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;troubles look much smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;from your point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lifted up on spirit wings of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered that night we sang this song i told korkor when i sang this song he was in my mind the whole time. to me, this song is so special cause it reflects on how korkor helped me, through not only this camp but last year's jxy. how he lifted me on his arms and carried me through part my life. how korkor cared for me and how he cried when he got so worried for me. didnt know that a camp last year brought a turning point to my life. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;god gave me this korkor. (10/ 10/ 06)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just in a blink of an eye, from strangers to being someone close. from someone i thought was not worth my attention to someone i can never afford to lose. and i always thank you god, for giving me him, letting him take such a good care of me. after this camp that i've tried my best to savage, i hope it was something. even if it meant a little, at least something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS EVERYONE!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ESP. YOU MY KORKOR..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-3882349311325397888?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3882349311325397888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=3882349311325397888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3882349311325397888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/3882349311325397888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-was-successful-yes-it-was-our-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-4442377143728651711</id><published>2007-06-04T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:46:07.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT REMEMBERING MY USERNAME!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thats actually how long i didnt touch my blog!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alrights. enough of all the drama mamas. holidays are OBVIOUSLY here, going to be over soon. report book looks like SHIT. and i mean SHIT. got scolding and all, but that was pass so FULLSTOP!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pre-camp to me was pretty stressed. heard that luke wasnt coming so it was left with me and my programs were half fcuk. so.. got fcuked that day, got over it with the help of fellow ygzs. came up with new games and changed many stuff. came home chiong-ed my reports day and night. but what matters to me is that i completed what i needed to do. and i got help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A HUGE THANK YOU TO CUILING AND KEL FOR HELPING ME((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-4442377143728651711?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4442377143728651711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=4442377143728651711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4442377143728651711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/4442377143728651711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-remembering-my-username-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-721531199385046181</id><published>2007-05-02T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:54:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was shag and chinese was &lt;em&gt;SHIT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went out today after school to meet korkor at bras macs to study. and, &lt;em&gt;OH MY GOSH!?!?&lt;/em&gt; its like the &lt;em&gt;FIRST &lt;/em&gt;time i've really sat down to study my math. and have someone like my korkor to teach me "patiently" (: so i really did do my math for 3 hours. AND!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM OFFICIALLY SICK OF MACS!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everytime im studying im always studying at macs, so you could say my lunch's always at macs. &lt;em&gt;HOW SICKENING.XD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;korkor was being sweet and he waited with me for 33(the damn long bus). yepps. we had to sit there and wait for like 10 to 15 mins before the bus came. and korkor went to the opposite bus stop to get his like an hour plus worth of bus ride.? &lt;em&gt;HEHE. THANK YOU KORKOR!?!?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRST PAPERS ARE DAY AFTER!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its fine that first papers are like day after, i just dont feel that well prepared. awww. i feel thats its coming way too fast. faster then i expected. &lt;em&gt;HECK&lt;/em&gt;. its here already, just have to wish for the best, &lt;em&gt;PRAY FOR IT&lt;/em&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-721531199385046181?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/721531199385046181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=721531199385046181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/721531199385046181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/721531199385046181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-was-shag-and-chinese-was-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-6666773079224615938</id><published>2007-04-30T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:53:43.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;have been preparing for &lt;em&gt;M.O.Y&lt;/em&gt; for the past week. didnt have the time to touch the comp, let say blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUGGING, MUGGING, MUGGING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;was it too much of mugging or was it just me.? had gastric pains on thurs and it felt exactly like how it felt last year. i could say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. came home early after school and forced myself to sleep and when i woke up, i &lt;em&gt;PUKED&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;GROSS-NESS&lt;/em&gt;. lucky that day i only had a piece of bread so i guess that was why everything was white when it came out.? &lt;em&gt;HAHAAS&lt;/em&gt;. anyways am recovering now with the help of med((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEE~! &lt;/em&gt;today, i&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; had a pact with korkor saying we'd meet up every wed to study, for US to study. not for korkor to watch me study, but for us to study together. &lt;em&gt;RIGHTS.!&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and today had recruitment drive, four names yesterday and none today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS FOR THOSE WHO CAME AND HELP DURING RECRUITMENT DRIVE((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;i told you i LOVE KORKOR'S present[[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058814173967939362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RjSEsEAR9yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fr9-3rfsCHM/s320/SLIPPERS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I GOT MY HAIR CUT!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and temporarily straightened((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058814178262906674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RjSEsUAR9zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cP0wvGSviYw/s320/MEE+%26+MEEE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;FIVEEE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; away from exams so i guess i'll stop blogging till then. unless there's something worth blogging((; &lt;em&gt;TADA&lt;/em&gt;. off to &lt;em&gt;STUDY&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/7262514-6666773079224615938?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6666773079224615938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=6666773079224615938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6666773079224615938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/6666773079224615938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-been-preparing-for-m.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/RjSEsEAR9yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fr9-3rfsCHM/s72-c/SLIPPERS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7311227603762509645</id><published>2007-04-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:02:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIEJIE!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;really fast and youre 21 already((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIIONG!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;youre finally 15.!! HAHAAS((:GROW UP BOY(;&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/7262514-7311227603762509645?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7311227603762509645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7311227603762509645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7311227603762509645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7311227603762509645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-jiejie-really-fast-and.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-8765981810081171865</id><published>2007-04-26T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:45:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY KORKOR!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope korkor spent your day well though you were lonely at first.XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just got my present from korkor today and i really love it((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korkor's still pretty upset that he didnt give me a very good celebration on my birthday. but as what korkor said, next year will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and went out to get a hair cut((: will post a pic of the present i got from korkor when i have the time.. exam's coming so ALL THE BEST FOR MID YEARS:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-8765981810081171865?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8765981810081171865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=8765981810081171865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8765981810081171865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8765981810081171865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-19th-birthday-korkor-hope-korkor.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-7785912515493940065</id><published>2007-04-23T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:20:52.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHEE~ im finally 15 and getting my ic!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just wanted to thank those who sent me msges and those who spent my birthday with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!?!? &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-7785912515493940065?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7785912515493940065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=7785912515493940065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7785912515493940065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/7785912515493940065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-me-whee-im-finally-15.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-1325873279594402262</id><published>2007-04-22T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:14:02.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;I LOVE MY BESTEST BEST FRIENDS!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause they gave me the BESTEST BEST birthday celebration.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;q.a.d and i met up with daddy, derrick, ah hong korkor, khei and bird in the morning. went to buy food and bendan, dear and fang came along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were in the bus going to meet daddy and the rest[[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056621475435766498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy6cNb14uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yxXO_FL96rI/s320/21042007858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went into sentosa was pretty pretty empty, it was early alright.! started off with volley, then it was tanning, then the waters, volley again, tanning again. it just became the cycle. they wanted to play captain's ball so me, ting and fang came out to play. SO DAMN FUN!? then closing to the end of our game hong korkor did a stupid act. he shouted 'wo lai le!?!?' then bendan jump so high and hong korkor slammed the volley right into bendan's face. EVERYBODY broke out into laughter. seriously hilarious. stupid joker siia, hong korkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bus going towards our destination, SENTOSA!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619486865908386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy4odb14qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/woscQ-BHhrI/s320/21042007863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we were playing volley.? and ting fang and i were soaking.? laikiat, hedgehog and zhuu came. nearing the end of our stay the girls and derrick threw me into the waters. khei chased me till i was so tired that i slowed down and they caught me.? &lt;em&gt;BASKET!?&lt;/em&gt; derrick came and he princess carried me and threw me into the waters. he said that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WAS HEAVY!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;those guys playing volley and we were bored. so.. YEAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619491160875698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy4otb14rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/59BxL_Ckb80/s320/21042007875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what an ugly photo. but we had fun.!! WHAT PIGS WE ARE((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619491160875714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy4otb14sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FD7TmqTfdRQ/s320/21042007883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soaked in the waters after all those pushings, carryings and sand makings. ting, bird and i were talking and talking then suddenly we talked about fantasy island and a girl got drowned there and all. then a random sentence came out ' this is my last birthday celebration' yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;came out of the waters cause i was shivering, lips turned purple, thumb bone turned purplish. quite a freaky sight. whole leg was trembling when i stood up and teeth were clanking against each other. bird was super freaked out ohkays. especially after i said all those last celebrations and all. she even suggested calling 995. &lt;em&gt;RIGHTS!&lt;/em&gt; no more hospitals for me!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;started raining and i hated it. it's always raining when im having a birthday celebration.!! ran to bathe and the guys waited for the girls long, we were queue-ing very very patiently for our turn alrights((: came out and they passed me my present. &lt;em&gt;A HUGE HUGE TEDDY!?!? SO DAMN CUTE ALRIGHTS((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the presents they gave me. by daddy, khei, bird, ting, bendan, derrick, ah hong korkor, laikiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056623464005624562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy8P9b14vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nBMSqOEhk4M/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;closed up one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056623468300591874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy8QNb14wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TlZ05qgNEFk/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my cute cute bear bear[[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056623472595559186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy8Qdb14xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aY2phB4h3Pk/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hat's my bear bear and my starry balloon.!! so happy when i got it((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056623481185493794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy8Q9b14yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HSVG6pvwsrY/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tram-ed then bus-ed back to harbour. walked to vivo and we spilted into two groups. in the end we met up and they got my cake.!! so sweet.!! splitted up again, to get food and met up at the top level. ate our foo and they opened my cake. its damn nice!?!? i couldnt stop smiling cause i knew they were just too sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THEY SANG MY BIRTHDAY SONG SO LOUDLY IN VIVO.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really dont know how to express the sweetness in them. I JUST LOVE THEM!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i couldnt stop smiling.? WAY TOO HAPPY!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619495455843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy4o9b14tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BHahpRhzF_o/s320/21042007894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to arcade and homed. cause the rest went to celebrate stacey's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-1325873279594402262?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1325873279594402262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=1325873279594402262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1325873279594402262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/1325873279594402262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-my-bestest-best-friends-cause-they.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Riy6cNb14uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yxXO_FL96rI/s72-c/21042007858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-8845271873496713573</id><published>2007-04-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:50:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to do my ic today after school and i skipped full dress rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM SORRY!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i finally got my updated 'coffin' photo.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;came home and went out again, dawson. ate dinner, yadayada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;talked to kuku online,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: i went to do my ic. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: ni zhang da le xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;ME: dont forget im older than you. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: yar lar ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME: im able to watch nc16 shows faster than kuku!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: haha i forget wish u happy bday ):&lt;br /&gt;KUKU: haha happy belated birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;ME: not yet over.!&lt;br /&gt;ME: SO YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME PRESENT!?!? *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUKU: hmm.. ok xD&lt;br /&gt;KUKU: a bithday hug xD&lt;br /&gt;KUKU: eww. jkjk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: zZz.&lt;br /&gt;ME: my birthday you know when.?&lt;br /&gt;ME: i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;ME: 22nd.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: *laughs* of march xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: *DANG* *slaps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;random statement by kuku:&lt;br /&gt;i really look damn KUKU with my new specs xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were talking about someone and, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: dont make me puke out my nice nice dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU:*laughs* XD&lt;br /&gt;KUKU: margarine bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: NO!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: frog.! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: live ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME: FUNNY.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KUKU: im not laughing =.=&lt;br /&gt;KUKU: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so that random someone came when i asked kuku for paint. &lt;em&gt;RIGHTS. &lt;/em&gt;so now you know how dumb a kuku can go.? replying me things that we aint even talking about. &lt;em&gt;HOW RANDOM!?&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/7262514-8845271873496713573?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8845271873496713573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=8845271873496713573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8845271873496713573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/8845271873496713573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-to-do-my-ic-today-after-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262514.post-5200930511067777246</id><published>2007-04-17T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:04:58.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>much much much of random-ness yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at church feeling pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home was rather bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to meet korkor was super duper high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking towards the mrt and i turned emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to be the one comtrolling my feelings.! not my feelings controlling me. but it seems that for the past few weeks my feelings have been controlling me. everything seems to be going the wrong way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday had qing gong yan. i could say it was a rather dissapointing wait. but anything's fine as long as we met up and caught up with each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOo. before the qing yan, korkor, winson and chris were at lan shop and i went there to find them. its the first time i've entered a lan shop, i admit. &lt;em&gt;WHAT A DUMB DUMB!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's the same, forever the same. on mondays, i only have fun and laughter during english lesson cause that's the only time my class makes fun of others. so bad.!! but i cant stop laughing cause they start laughing.? AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;laughing is contagious to me.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;training started and we spent so much time on drying the stupid court. &lt;em&gt;AND!&lt;/em&gt; the idiotic uncle didnt want to lend us the water pusher just cause the &lt;em&gt;GUYS&lt;/em&gt; spoilt it last week. &lt;em&gt;ITS THE GUYS WHO SPOILT IT, NOT US!?!? &lt;/em&gt;all of us really tried to find means and ways to dry the court. we took out one broom, two dustpans and tried sweeping and scooping the water.? really made us look like fools((: had 4 vs 4 and it was fun.! &lt;em&gt;REALLY REALLY FUN.!&lt;/em&gt; just that my knees werent really cooperating with me. my knees have been hurting ever since last thurs after i ran my 2.4km. match's this coming thurs.! i really really hope that my knee wouldnt hurt that day cause we're only left with the 5 of us, the 5 sec 3s. setted my mind that on that day no matter what happens i have to last. whether it's an injury or whatever. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;I HOPE HOPE &amp;amp; HOPE WE'D WIN.! GIRLS, DO OUR BEST, WIN THIS MATCH. WIN IT FOR OURSELVES, KHEI, FER AND WHATEVER LUH.. JUST DO OUR BEST!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;countdowns:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18 days to first paper *studys*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10 days to jie's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10 days to tiong's bithday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9 days to KORKOR'S birthday((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 days to celebration!?WHEE~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 days to jie's arrival in singapore!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262514-5200930511067777246?l=lemeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5200930511067777246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7262514&amp;postID=5200930511067777246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5200930511067777246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262514/posts/default/5200930511067777246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemeu.blogspot.com/2007/04/much-much-much-of-random-ness-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>FM♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03095361436549213532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUQRyoKmDWE/Sdr0ga7K3OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xscgxI8qdxE/S220/2669_63779748390_564158390_1715402_1607031_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
