<?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-7499204</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:32:52.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>galaxy</title><subtitle type='html'>comets... nebulea... meteor shower... planets... black holes... stars... &lt;p&gt; ~ world of my own ~ &lt;p&gt; starry &lt;p&gt;[basketball] 711</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/'/><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7351009823845147179</id><published>2007-11-26T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:08:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitching</title><content type='html'>as promised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 listed hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backstabbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic barbie doll girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb blondes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people with no common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain dumb people who cannot carry a decent conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitches ( and yes, i hate myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDAs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princessy girls (da xiao jie those type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, there are some barbie doll girls in my course which i find them so irritating that i won't be surprised their certain body anatomies will break if i hit them out of sheer irritation and annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Zaiman, I won't mention their names here cause i do treasure my life and i do not intend to die so early yet, especially in the act of murder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a very nice person you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the more serious topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : Rated T due to the language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those people who supports the 377A law should go fuck themselves in the toilet and die there in all their glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE WHAT THE REST OF YOU THINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens to the "free country and freedom of speech" huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any male person who, in public or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt;, commits, or abets the commission of, or procures or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of, any act of gross indecency with another male person, shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to 2 years. - 377A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people cannot stand PDA, but in PRIVATE also??? what the fucking bastard hell is that? people wanna fuck in their own bedroom is against the law? excuse me, it's their own personal problem and who the hell you think will care...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like as if people will actually come barging into the room where two guys are making out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sodding bastards who think the law should be retained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me that those people who actually supports this law are brainless and narrow-minded to the extend that it is a wonder for me to see them being able to get out of their house at all, and they have absolutely rubbish for common sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in public, nobody ask you to purposely look at two male snogging in a dark alley... people can pass by couples snogging and groping in bright daylight already... what's more to two male doing their things in a dark alley... not like they will actually do that in public... gays are more discreet than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people are uncomfortable with PDA from gays, and hence the 377A penal code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it should only be fair that there should be a penal code for PDA with normal couples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have to go through one more bus ride with a couple who's moaning and groaning, not to mention smooching loudly and doing what the fucking hell they are doing, i'm going to write up to ST to ask them to cover PDA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these people are not even DISCREET about their actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going up the escalator also can see couples groping and leaving love bites on the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there should really be a law pass down for dealing with PDA for normal couples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are also uncomfortable with seeing OUTRAGES affection thrown around like nobody's effing shitting business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, love's all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when has the world been fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am going to see one more couple making out like there's no tomorrow again, i'm going to snap and hex them into oblivation and petition for having a law dealing with PDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if the world starts out with homosexual, will the heterosexual be prejudiced against in this age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's rather interesting to see Adam having "fun" with another Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with churches stating homosexuality is an act of satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tie me to a stake and burn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own 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title='bitching'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-735837063719381311</id><published>2007-11-16T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:53:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johan is a duck</title><content type='html'>Johan Lee, aka HAN, is going to be so dead for tagging me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i promised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Ian, he's not my BOYFRIEND though he's a BOY and a FRIEND at that, so that literally makes him my boy-friend... (notice the "-" in between the boy and friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Johan is a DUCK... yes, you read that correctly, a DUCK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I dun date guys with the same surname as me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, he's practically gay, which makes him my sister... and that, in turn, i dun date girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, won't that be sick to be dating your own brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, he's just a duck  through and through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-735837063719381311?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/735837063719381311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I am so so so so so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that Tom Felton is hot...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and add that to the list of hottest guy will be Sean Biggerstaff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two guys made me swoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that draco malfoy and ginny weasley makes a great couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going off to some random stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine myself actually having a pleasant and normal conversation with castalos... if you know what i mean... *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate all my modules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7984835635369337540?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7651096659413232305</id><published>2007-11-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:07:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot</title><content type='html'>I GOTTA EXCLAIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Felton is way way way way way HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7651096659413232305?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7651096659413232305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7651096659413232305' title='0 Comments'/><link 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not stop me from doing my favourite thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a few short stories mostly related to my life and the people who shaped me into who i am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaiman, Ian, Nellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy, KL, Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm blabbering and typing away during Jim Ang's lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way that makes me positive that he's a vampire in disguise, you know, or maybe he's related to the vamps or maybe he's the reincarnation of a relative of Count Dracula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i think he's a pain in the neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's something to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i think i'm an awful person... i got a very very very short memory as well as attention span...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one example, blogging in lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get my retribution...  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Zaiman got a module called SAD and it falls on a monday plus on top of that he got Agus as the lecture which is just so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;castalos was telling me and i was laughing like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual he's making fun of me and laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then zaiman bombarded us with a dungbomb which the both of us have to dive away from when he commented that castalos and i look like some cute couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to say the word "arsehole" to him when i thought of johan and his "oh, my arsehole's with me.... i didnt leave it behind when i Apparated..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the benefit of people who do not know what "Apparate" means, it means a person travelling from one place to another through the use of magical means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't worry, johan is a good apparator and he does not get himself Splinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetracking, so back to zaiman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we denied it, and went back to doing our stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, what zaiman said really set me thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever fall for castalos in the near future or what-so-ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can have the honour of stabbing me to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pretty bad tempered of late... my student is driving me up the wall... i'm really worried that he will fail his examinations... i'm so nervous... all his core subjects are terrible... oh my gosh... it's pretty shitty lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jim's lesson is such a bore... i can't concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take maths lesson over cinematography any other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racking my bird brain for a solution to x-y = 1 is better that sitting down and drifting away from reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why on earth do i take this course???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i wanted to be an animator, the modules that i am taking now are useless and irrelevant except for modelling and animation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss maths and science badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-930337857249798152?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4187144997724884500</id><published>2007-10-15T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:33:01.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Jasmine, nono happy school reopen cause no more late nights, but looking forward to seeing you guys again! so, can also be counted as happy lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaiman, oks, here i shall talk about something, or rater bitch about my hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely hate my hair can... makes me look like some kuku-bird... idiotic hair-stylish... she cannot comprehend a word of English... the convers went this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i would like to trim my hair please... shoulder length...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair-stylish: oh sure... but, what style do you want...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: this *and points to the magazine depicting a shoulder length bob cut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair-stylish: oks, no problem *whips out a pair of scissors and....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNAP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hair falls below ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *MORTIFIED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *screams* ( oks, exaggerating, i didn't scream) EXCUSE MOI?! YOU CALL THIS SHOULDER LENGTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair-stylish: you said you want to have that style what... *points to the mag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: THIS DOES NOT EVEN REMOTELY LOOKS LIKE THE STYLE THE MODEL IS SPORTING LARHS! AND I TOLD YOU SHOULDER-LENGTH LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair-stylish: *shrugs* you said you want that style what *points to the mag again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I TOLD YOU SHOULDER-LENGTH OK... AND THIS STYLE YOU CUT MAKES ME LOOK SO KIDDISH... I DON'T NEED TO LOOK ANY YOUNGER THAN I AM NOW LOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair-stylish: wells, you got a baby face look ma... so cannot blame me... you cut that style *points to the mag yet again* confirm makes you look much more younger ma... anyway, you look good what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am positive that i can just kill the hair-stylish right there and now... trust her to be so unreasonable when she did cut my hair wrongly... i specifically told her shoulder-length bob and even show her what i want... yet in the end she gave me a totally different style... never mind the shoulder-length hair cut, but the style she gave me is so totally way off from the mag... in the end she gave me a mushroom style lor... the style which parents love giving their kids when they are young... machiam like take a bowl, turn it upside down and cover the head, afterwhich taking a pair of scissors and cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNNO HOW TO CUT SAY SO LARH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ALWAYS FIND ANOTHER HAIR-STYLISH TO DO MY HAIR LOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still dare to try to push the blame away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *heads over to the counter to make the payment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair-stylish: if you need a hair cut next time, do look for me ok...? *passes me her name card*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *smile sweetly* thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya sure, next time i need a hair cut, i would go look for you... *snorts* i'm not being evil here, but once is enough... i dun pay a hair-stylish to give me a hair-style which i do not want and worse still, being unreasonable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i tore her name card up and threw it away in the bin... though i would love to throw the pieces right in her face... nevertheless, revenge is sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not go to the hair salon outlet at Great world city... but if you do, request to change another hair-stylish if they assign you Adeline Chua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4187144997724884500?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4187144997724884500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4187144997724884500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4187144997724884500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4187144997724884500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4169168975355893582</id><published>2007-09-29T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:52:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinkish</title><content type='html'>OMG can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the HDB block of the apartments in my area are becoming purplish-pinkish and green from the original light orange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such an eyesore can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the color looks like all the stuffs i hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liquid antibiotics and bundong rose water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's all pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, pink is nice but, the reason why i hate pink so much is because it reminds me of antibiotics i used to take when i fall sick as a child and the taste is horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4169168975355893582?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4169168975355893582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4169168975355893582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4169168975355893582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4169168975355893582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/09/pinkish.html' title='pinkish'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8303425830807045615</id><published>2007-09-20T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:13:59.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booooring</title><content type='html'>I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reduced to self-entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like how pathetic can that be huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charcoal suggests watching anime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching anime can kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it will mke my butt grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i dun want bigger butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RvI5PDvrwTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IfQmi3O0GmY/s1600-h/65.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112211457885061426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RvI5PDvrwTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IfQmi3O0GmY/s320/65.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh butt oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RvI5PDvrwUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8gfR-bRP0QM/s1600-h/1b38f9e2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112211457885061442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RvI5PDvrwUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8gfR-bRP0QM/s320/1b38f9e2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you please stop growing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8303425830807045615?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8303425830807045615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8303425830807045615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8303425830807045615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8303425830807045615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/09/booooring.html' title='booooring'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RvI5PDvrwTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IfQmi3O0GmY/s72-c/65.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1522370266550705267</id><published>2007-09-19T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:43:45.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gays</title><content type='html'>in correspondence to a friend's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are less likely to get discriminated if they become lesbians because the society is more sympathetic to females... guys, however, are on a totally different dimension...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question is, why the society is unable to accept people for who they really are and not believe in the pretty portrait which is embedded in their mind of how "normal" beings are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can some1 answer that question for me please...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z, dont get pulled down by those ignorant people's comments... they just want to hurt you intentionally... dont give such people the ill-gotten satisfaction they are looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see no point  blogging... nothing much happened these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i wanna go out to the sun, sand and sea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1522370266550705267?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1522370266550705267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1522370266550705267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1522370266550705267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1522370266550705267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/09/gays.html' title='gays'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7784321181347569384</id><published>2007-09-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:47:56.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally hooked</title><content type='html'>Ian, I've linked you hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so totally hooked onto the chinese song sang by Jimmy Lin, 对望, in the show of 放羊的星星... anybody who has got that song please send me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo bored being stuck at home... and to make things worse, W's going away for camp and i have to be self-entertained... =( there goes one of my two sandbag... boohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W faster come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guessed i have to turn to KL for entertainment... hahahaha... =D wait till W is back from camp and the three of us are reunited again! yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a note, i'm finally gonna meet up with Way after 97567839090519 years... i miss you sweetie! cant wait to see you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ian, if you are reading this, faster take off day so that we can go somewhere nice, like CHIMES maybe..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh haha, this whole entry is pointless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7784321181347569384?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7784321181347569384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7784321181347569384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7784321181347569384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7784321181347569384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/09/totally-hooked.html' title='totally hooked'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-2018692841467365241</id><published>2007-09-06T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:27:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lucky stars</title><content type='html'>I HATE TAIWANESE DRAMA SHOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those loving and sweet scenes... YIKES... the script writer always make the main actress out to be so stupid can... then the main actor will be those like, rich, suave and faithful lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can they think of something more original??? OMG... I can predict what's going to happen next half the time can... wah lau.... dramas are really really dramatic... the main characters will always end up together, living happily ever after... in between, there's bound to be lots of love triangles, schemes and whatever you can think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE JUST WON'T HAPPEN IN REALITY... SO WAKE UP AND STOP DREAMING ABOUT THE 1 IN A MILLION POSSIBILITIES OF WHATEVER HAPPENED IN THE DRAMA WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IN REAL LIFE... SLAP YOURSELF AWAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;script writers always love to portray their romantic and ideal partner, which on top of that some really ridiculous situations that can only happen in your fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reality, none of that is going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP... cause I don't buy that and STOP GIVING ME ALL THAT SHIT STATING TRUE LOVE.!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IN SUCH THINGS CAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真爱是不可以切割的... (true love can never be broken; fragile) I believe in that phrase only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of it are only dreams and fantasy meant for sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think mummy says that dramas are based on real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-2018692841467365241?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/2018692841467365241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=2018692841467365241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2018692841467365241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2018692841467365241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-lucky-stars.html' title='my lucky stars'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-2937706393737419598</id><published>2007-08-31T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:40:50.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore throat</title><content type='html'>I got a sore throat... and it's really really really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cause of my sore throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tadang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts from The Donut Factory... damn nice you know... and still got to queue...&lt;br /&gt;luckily Kah Loong was there to queue with me for them... if not i'll get so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJdbiwHI/AAAAAAAAADk/m6n_Dh709ug/s1600-h/31-08-07_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJdbiwHI/AAAAAAAAADk/m6n_Dh709ug/s320/31-08-07_1708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857827934126194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJdbiwII/AAAAAAAAADs/O6XpC0dzbDg/s1600-h/31-08-07_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJdbiwII/AAAAAAAAADs/O6XpC0dzbDg/s320/31-08-07_1705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857827934126210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJtbiwJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TxwXHbNWIdo/s1600-h/31-08-07_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJtbiwJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TxwXHbNWIdo/s320/31-08-07_1706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857832229093522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJtbiwKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vv6lIKkGgtM/s1600-h/31-08-07_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJtbiwKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vv6lIKkGgtM/s320/31-08-07_1707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857832229093538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the quality of the photos are bad... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... but, the donuts are great! worth the queue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-2937706393737419598?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/2937706393737419598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=2937706393737419598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2937706393737419598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2937706393737419598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/sore-throat.html' title='sore throat'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtgZJdbiwHI/AAAAAAAAADk/m6n_Dh709ug/s72-c/31-08-07_1708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-2462641259233204990</id><published>2007-08-31T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:06:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sometimes I really wish that you don't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone... I'm 18... I know how to take care of myself and I don't need you to worry about me... I know that however, in your heart, I would still be that lil' girl who needs to depend on you for everything, even if I reach the age of 50... I know that you are concerned about me and you're always telling me how dangerous the world is out there... I want to experience all these on my own. like you did, so that I can learn... I'm sorry for not giving you a call to let you know I'm just down stairs, waiting for the lift to go home... I know that you want to fetch me back home because you feared for my safety... I don't call you because I need to learn to be independent, not because I don't take your feelings into consideration nor I don't care for you... One day, when you are gone, who's gonna fetch me home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since young, we're not expressive about our feelings towards each other verbally... I don't tell you "I love you" everyday to let you know how much you actually mean to me... I cannot express myself through words and i feel uncomfortable doing so... those three words just can't be expressed in words because the meaning is not there... you know how much i love you even though i'm always  bickering and talking back to you... to me, words are only words... it's actions that matters... I'm sorry for not being able to let you know how i feel, and the both of us always ended up misunderstood, frustrated and hurt.... we always managed to get our messages across when one of us blows up... i do not mean for all these to happen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we still care for each other a lot even though we cannot express our feelings for each other clearly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know how it's hard on you, being the support of my world as well as for the whole extended family... with daddy gone, you've been entrusted with the role of a dad on top of that being a mum to me... I know that i can be such a spoilt brat sometimes when i'm young, and you have to give in to my every whines... I cannot tell you how much i loved the attention i got from you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all i want to do right now is to help you with your burden... you do not have to face all the things alone... you have me... i'm your daughter... you shouldn't be keeping somethings from me... i know that you do not want to hurt or cause me to worry about you... but, ultimately, one still have to face the music sooner or later... I'd rather it to be the former... I know that on your part, it is a noble and selfless act of motherly love... but to keep your conditions from your own daughter, because you're afraid of the dire consequences it'll inflict on the child, it's an act of selfish love because when all is said and done, the child will still be hurt... don't treat me like a 3 year old kid... I don't want you to shield me anymore... it'll only make me become a weaker human being... you told me that for someone who's worthy enough to be your daughter, one must be strong and take the world on by strength... I want to be the daughter that you're proud of... let me face this whole battle with you, and what so ever can fall along in it's wake, do not shield me cause I know that i am strong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no matter what happen, i'll be your support this time round... everything else can collapse, but your world around you will not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s : i love you mummy dearest... you're the center of my universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate myself for not being able to express my feelings for the other party... I'm sorry, i'm not able to express my feelings verbally even though i find myself putting my thoughts from pen to paper easily enough...&lt;/span&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/7499204-2462641259233204990?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/2462641259233204990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=2462641259233204990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2462641259233204990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2462641259233204990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/mummy-dearest.html' title='mummy dearest'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7436059982515789312</id><published>2007-08-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:05:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa</title><content type='html'>Sentosa-ing today with my cousins... so fun... now I'm horribly red like some cooked lobster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went Palawan beach, slacked and gamed... some Caucasians were watching us in amazement cause we're like, so noisy and violent... Gals somemore... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for a ride in Skyline, and took the Luge back down... the experience is so fun.... We decided to head back there again next Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiodbiwBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8ZOKTr3z3pc/s1600-h/DSC05059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiodbiwBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8ZOKTr3z3pc/s320/DSC05059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038668766101522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught emo-ing at Palawan beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiodbiwCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mDQT29WNSr8/s1600-h/DSC05065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiodbiwCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mDQT29WNSr8/s320/DSC05065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038668766101538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping for glee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiotbiwDI/AAAAAAAAADE/AU_3_Xveor4/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiotbiwDI/AAAAAAAAADE/AU_3_Xveor4/s320/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038673061068850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunch of monkey cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGio9biwEI/AAAAAAAAADM/seZPZVYwEYs/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGio9biwEI/AAAAAAAAADM/seZPZVYwEYs/s320/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038677356036162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyline ride (in order) the Luge is hanging at the bottom...&lt;br /&gt;Vi, Mei and Nat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGjONbiwGI/AAAAAAAAADc/wvSo_i2afyw/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGjONbiwGI/AAAAAAAAADc/wvSo_i2afyw/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103039317306163298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by Mus(cousin in law), Qi and Jan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGipNbiwFI/AAAAAAAAADU/hZQDRrTxQSY/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGipNbiwFI/AAAAAAAAADU/hZQDRrTxQSY/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038681651003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally Steph, Bec and Ping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7436059982515789312?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7436059982515789312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7436059982515789312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7436059982515789312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7436059982515789312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/sentosa.html' title='sentosa'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RtGiodbiwBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8ZOKTr3z3pc/s72-c/DSC05059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8261220858587148304</id><published>2007-08-26T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:30:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the impossible quizz</title><content type='html'>Exams are officially over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch Dead Silence after exams with Ian and Zaiman... afterwhich we met up with Isaac and Steven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clowned around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, as promised to Zaiman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Impossible Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it... it'll drive you crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only senseless people with an absolutely weird sense of logic will be able to get through this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8261220858587148304?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8261220858587148304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8261220858587148304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8261220858587148304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8261220858587148304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/impossible-quizz.html' title='the impossible quizz'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-3297894604823676665</id><published>2007-08-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:53:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks</title><content type='html'>18 august 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch pretty fireworks with my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply love the spectacular show... pretty colours dominating the dark purple sky... like an artist painting on a black canvas, bring the colours to life... my jaws dropped right out with all the ohh-ing and wah-ing... and there were countless of people too... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking frwd to meeting W and K too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention Zaiman and Ian... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 august 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing i've ever heard of is people telling me that i looked like a Primary school kid or even a 13 or 14 year old... it aint that bad when i though how nice it is to be looking younger than you are... heys, at least you have the advantage of looking young and nobody will be able to guess your real age right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the most ridiculous thing today while going out for dinner at Parkway Parade with my family... my younger cousin's friend, who's in Primary Five this year, thought that my 19 year old cousin, my 17 year cold cousin and I were the same age as them just because we're short and *ahem* immature looking, probably because we were running all over the place and squealing like a couple of "immature children"... that does not put us in the same league as you primary five students please... my uncle was laughing his head off when he heard that... what the hell can... kids nowadays are like so, inconsiderate and rude... *tsktsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can blame them though, to be born in a world so modernized... where's the usual innocence and little angels that are usually associated with little children huh...? i guessed they've all been turn into little rascals, devils with horns and pitch-fork... devious little creatures they become when they hit their puberty ages... i swear i was still an angel when i was their age *REVOLTING* riight *with Zaiman's famous or infamous accent*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough discrimination about little children... i'm too mature to be arguing over this topic with them... hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 august 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate Mondays... it gives me the blues... no wonder there's a phrase known as "Monday blues"... totally kill my appetite can... we should do away with Mondays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Krishnan's right about the thing between Mondays and working and studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, Monday comes after Sunday, which signifies the end of the weekend, which in turn, meaning that the working society will have to face their irritating and hated bosses and students, their equally hated teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tadang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = holiday mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = still in holiday mood, hence the reluctance of going to work or school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = holiday mood wearing off, resulting in better mood to do work or study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = holiday mood gone, producing best results be it during work or study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = holiday mood settling in, preparing for weekend, hence motivation to work or study degress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday = holidaying mood already, next day do not have to face the boss or teachers, can get a rest, hence totally do not have the motivation to work or study... *clock hands move faster please, so that i can be off work/school*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = holiday mood, cause it's weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, because we're still in holiday mood on Mondays, which makes working or studying on Mondays redundant, i proposed that we do away with Mondays, so that there'll be no Monday blues... great...? oh wait, since we're still having the holiday mood syndrome on Tuesdays and that we're most productive on Wednesday be it during work or study, we might as well as do away with Tuesdays too... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll be totally awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*riight... i can wish for that to happen, maybe like in my dream..?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I'm doing the impossible quiz, which W gets me addicted to... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to CSI-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : and i solemnly swear that the little primary one monster cum devil is killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-3297894604823676665?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/3297894604823676665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=3297894604823676665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/3297894604823676665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/3297894604823676665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks.html' title='fireworks'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7029693226356558079</id><published>2007-08-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:35:56.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritating</title><content type='html'>when bad things happen, it all happen at the same time, simultaneously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from dead and pissed as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knnbccb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7029693226356558079?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7029693226356558079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7029693226356558079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7029693226356558079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7029693226356558079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/irritating.html' title='irritating'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4654986329636620839</id><published>2007-08-16T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:46:23.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI</title><content type='html'>CSI addiction... wow, i simply love that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone's gone case, so don't bother reaching me there, drop me a mail yays...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Zaiman, booked on the 24th, go B&amp;amp;J... time and venue to be confirmed... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W and KL, booked on the 27th... KL, i'll lend you my laptop... oh, and get me the games i want... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks, back to CSI... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4654986329636620839?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4654986329636620839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4654986329636620839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4654986329636620839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4654986329636620839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/csi.html' title='CSI'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1634708056802325968</id><published>2007-08-12T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:57:48.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>ookkays.... i met up with a bunch of really crazy mates on friday at swensens... had lots to catch up with them... esp my darling lian... =D dont be too stressed over your "A"s... anything, call me... i'll be just only a call away yeas...? i promise... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school term is officially over... actually not yet since i've got  a paper on the 24th, the one i looked least forward to, UED, which is totally YUCKS! double YUCKS... kills my appetite man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do think i'm gonna flunk my BA, with credits to J.A... =( tt's the one i'm stressed over other than UED... and aint i glad that the curses from the year 1s actually come true, the ones about J.A getting into accident... i know i'm a horrible person to be glad that he got into an accident... he deserved tt... xD  but heys,  i wasn't the one who curses him to get into the accident, much as i want to curse him to drop dead one day, that was the year 1s kays... i'm such a nice person, i dun curse the lecturers... *zaiman would probably goes "riight" with his famous accent* i'm just waiting for the year 1s to do their job about cursing the lecturers, which i pray that 99.9999999999999% of the curses will come true... =D and to top off, hired more lecturers like mr oran and mr jamie, which to say both are as typical Singaporeans will say, "ang mohs", or as an educated person will say, Caucasians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, being the nice person i usually am, i hope that J.A will get his hand out of the casing which he currently is wearing now, and that his operation on his arm will go smoothly... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's my lecturer after all... &lt;/span&gt;much as i want him to drop dead and vanish on the surface of the Earth forever, but who knows if he isn't wishing the same thing for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, being human ain't easy... so full of contradictions filled with all the buts, however-s, and the what if-s... =D and if your opinion is different from the others, they will deem you as weird or alien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of alien, i shall upload my alien character in maybe like the next post, cause i'm too busy or rather, lazy to upload now... =D haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally hooked onto the "huan huan ai" or as in the English version, Why Why Love (so comical and totally cliche, not to mention outdated title, though the Chinese title is nice, which from direct translation is known as Exchange Love)... it's funny, heart-warming, and makes me want a bf like the Devilish younger brother... haha... though i know, that is close to impossible, which only happens in the drama series, but heys, a girl can daydream right... *there johan might goes" omg, ping hui is a girl?!"* haha... i do deserve a fairytale fantasy okays, even though it'll only like happen in my dream... =( haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self " B and Z are totally weird guys, please do not fall for either one of them... Warning, hazardous materials, may cause harm to the body..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a long and maybe random post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, what to expect...? intelligence stuffs coming out of my mouth and into this blog...? *snorts* that would be funny, cause 99.9% of the stuffs that is coming out of my mouth is rubbish, craps and laughters, and the left over of the 0.1% is of serious stuffs... *thinking in progress, do not disturb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1634708056802325968?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1634708056802325968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1634708056802325968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1634708056802325968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1634708056802325968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-2908787940130541795</id><published>2007-08-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:33:53.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy national day</title><content type='html'>Happy 42nd Birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply simply love the army marching, fireguns, the fighter jets! everything about the army... makes me feel like signing up for NS, which i may want, and join the Navy as I'm like wayyyyyyy too short to get into the air force...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the army performance was over and i went off to do my own things... the only reason i watch the NDP is because i want to see the army performance along with the tanks, fighter jets, rifles, flag bearers and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army stuffs are soooooooooooooo wayyyyyyy cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who says that girls should not be interested in army stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me, i simply love those things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cool, operating the fighter jets, handling the rifles, giving commands and ordering troops... and i love the way they march...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really want to get my hands on all the rifles and guns they have, the fighter jets, the tanks, the uniform, the badges, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the only things worth watching to me during the NDP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that the performers are not good, but somehow the army stuffs appeal to me the most... i was watching them in awe and wishing i was part of the Navy or Air Force army doing the marching out there... most importantly, i was wishing to be one of the flag bearers, holding up maybe the Navy or Air Force flag... not that i dun think much about the Land defence force, just put it this way, i've wanted to operate a fighter jet, a submarine and a Navy ship... Land soldiers are cool too, but i've always preferred my feet off the ground... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE ARMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-2908787940130541795?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/2908787940130541795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=2908787940130541795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2908787940130541795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2908787940130541795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day.html' title='happy national day'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-6557664848468655396</id><published>2007-08-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:20:25.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>global warming</title><content type='html'>zaiman says i'm only updating my tagboard, which that is so totally not true... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to zaiman about global warming today, which turns out to be crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RrnQyLWZrFI/AAAAAAAAACs/SoSXJy3a0wk/s1600-h/underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RrnQyLWZrFI/AAAAAAAAACs/SoSXJy3a0wk/s320/underwear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096334013805210706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should settle some serious debate of over using the electricity or cutting down trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-6557664848468655396?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/6557664848468655396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=6557664848468655396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/6557664848468655396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/6557664848468655396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/global-warming.html' title='global warming'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RrnQyLWZrFI/AAAAAAAAACs/SoSXJy3a0wk/s72-c/underwear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8967779826677176521</id><published>2007-08-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:44:05.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>been so long since i've updated... my blog's collecting dust... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit www.x-mini.com&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are coming but yet i still feel the pressure of the never-ending assignments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8967779826677176521?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8967779826677176521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8967779826677176521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8967779826677176521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8967779826677176521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4073676948987582711</id><published>2007-07-24T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:24:21.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna be another day with the sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's performance is coming up on this Saturday at Heeren... =) hope his performance goes well for him and his band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a picture of my character, young Isaac Newton and his Law of Gravity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet young Isaac Newton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVuKnxXOJI/AAAAAAAAACE/xG1lWWKy0mc/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVuKnxXOJI/AAAAAAAAACE/xG1lWWKy0mc/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090596082565986450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an exasperated Mother Nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVu0HxXOKI/AAAAAAAAACM/-BGliSnT22w/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVu0HxXOKI/AAAAAAAAACM/-BGliSnT22w/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090596795530557602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has to throw  can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVvVXxXOLI/AAAAAAAAACU/2SkM1Bc22zk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVvVXxXOLI/AAAAAAAAACU/2SkM1Bc22zk/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090597366761207986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saucepan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVvjXxXOMI/AAAAAAAAACc/eVPSIwF7zr8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVvjXxXOMI/AAAAAAAAACc/eVPSIwF7zr8/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090597607279376578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and apple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVwW3xXONI/AAAAAAAAACk/HSX5FIg63mw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVwW3xXONI/AAAAAAAAACk/HSX5FIg63mw/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090598492042639570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before Isaac actually discover Gravity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4073676948987582711?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RqVuKnxXOJI/AAAAAAAAACE/xG1lWWKy0mc/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-379126823607025060</id><published>2007-07-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:04:25.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday addie</title><content type='html'>first thing first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY addie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm currently blogging in UED class... done with the case study anyways... i'm nervous about tmr's DAD test... i'm so afraid that i might not do well and there goes my grades... not that i cared much about the grades anyway... but still a "F" will not look good my the examination slip... and i still have tuition later... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going t be a short entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-379126823607025060?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/379126823607025060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=379126823607025060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/379126823607025060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/379126823607025060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-addie.html' title='happy birthday addie'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-3282533048064012315</id><published>2007-07-17T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:46:44.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat ppl?</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna do some discriminating here, so pardon me... if you do not like this entry, then bug off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so amazed how some fat people gets on my nerves... i'm not talking about all the fat people, but merely some of them whom i've encountered... so apologies to those offended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously why can't some people open up their eyes to read the signs written all over the place... is it so difficult to read "10 person 680 kg" huh...? sometimes i wonder why do the government care about putting these signs to warn people when they do not even care to read or in some cases, glimpse at it... it is precisely that the government care about its people that they put such signs in the lift itself so as to prevent overloading, resulting in the lift that comes crushing down, killing some innocent lives in its wake... but do some people ever read those warnings...? sadly no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for 5 minutes for the lift to come down from the seventh floor back to the ground floor... never mind about the waiting time... imagine my horror and surprise when the indicator read "overload... 6th storey" and coming all the way down...i thought someone was moving some old furnitures down but to my horror of horror when the lift door finally open, strolled 13 BIG-sized (notice the word big), bulky people out of the lift, complaining that the lift is taking such an awfully long time to read the ground floor... i was like what the fuck... the average weight per person as written is 68kg, according to the sign, 10 person 680 kg...  those people who came strolling out and  yes, complaining,  from what i've gatheres, is like on the average of 80 kg  per person, which amounted up to 1040 kg as there were 13 of them, which clearly exceeded the weight limit the lift could take by 360 kg... i got my maths here right, so no worries... so dumb can... it's no wonder the lift dont come crushing down at the speed of light, which clearly it should be doing to teach those people a lesson, nevertheless, holding on to the thin wires slowly coming down so that no people will be injured or dead when the door opens... and yet THEY are COMPLAINING... the lift is kind enough not to come crushing down and killing you and yet you guys still complain about how slow the lift is... do you know how much strain are you causing the lift to exert by adding another 360 kg to its already heavy weigth of 680 kg...? poor lift... it's so old already yet you still have to treat it this way... damn you guys to damnation... will it kill you to wait for another trip down... need to squeeze like 1040 kg of fats into the lift then you guys will be happy is it... if the lift is taking 13 people, small built and skinny, at least the argument of it is still valid because of an average, a small built or skinny person weights about 50 kg... multiply that by the same amount of people, that is 13, and the total weight is still within the range of 680 kg, which is 650 kg... the lift still can take in another person weighing 30 kg... but with BIG-sized people, it is another totally different case... i'm still amazed that the lift didnt come crushing down even the indicator is flashing "over-loaded" desperately... if i were the lift, i would have cause destruction, giving in to my protest of the exceedingly over-loaded burden which i'm forced to take and close my door behind them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complain some more... i hope that one day you will learn the lesson you deserved so well for today, mistreating the lift... you guys are just plain lucky to be alive mind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with berating, discriminating and procrastinating about such people... i'm feeling so much better now... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-3282533048064012315?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/3282533048064012315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=3282533048064012315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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that we have more assignments coming up... damn... there goes my plan for leisurely reading... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post my Enzo Ferrari  when i've cleaned up...  =)  i'm like so urber proud of it... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for my last book of Harry Potter!!! so so so so exciting... before i go on and drone anymore about harry potter and gets ppl bored, *hints* there's gonna be a happy ending... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm sad because the last book means that there'll be no more harry potter books coming up, I'll still always be that devoted harry potter fan back when the first book was released, when i was in primary 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my favourite character, Dumbledore, otherwise simply known as DumbDumb to my lil' adorable cousin, i'll still be the harry potter fan that i was and always shall be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although harry potter is not the book that got me hooked and addicted to reading, it made my passion for reading grows deeper and with the renewal reading of the harry potter books from time to time, i found a lot of new things out each time i re-read the books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really admire J.K Rowling style of writing... not because she created my all-time favourite character, but due to the fact that she definitely has got a unique sense of writing style that makes me drawn into the world of magical beings and my fantasy running wild... she  has got the ability to divert and create suspense, twists and turns to the story that keeps one bouncing on the balls of his feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to Johan: it's not because of the explicit contents kays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's on the list of my top ten favourite writers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. J.K Rowling&lt;br /&gt;2. John Grisham&lt;br /&gt;3. J.R.R Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;4. Max Allan Collins&lt;br /&gt;5. Donn Cortez&lt;br /&gt;6. Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;7. Matthew Reilly&lt;br /&gt;8. E.B White&lt;br /&gt;9. David Hewson&lt;br /&gt;10. C.S Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can write as well as her or any of the author mentioned above... i used to have this inspiration in me when i was young, to become either a lawyer or doctor, with my free time spend creating stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon i gave the idea up of becoming either a lawyer or doctor because i know that i'm not cut out for this road of profession, so i settled for my other love, animation... but i still have not given up my passion for writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that if i entered the animation industry, creating stories like harry potter might be impossible because doing animation is time consuming... i've got proof kays... just look at the huge amount of assignments we have got now, even if we're technically still students, is enough to overwhelm me that i have not been able to settle into my couch with a book and a cup of coffee in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do miss reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading takes me to places I've never knew exists before and allows me moments of solitary... i do so love those moments being absorbed in books and letting my imaginations taking me to all the places i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still wanna be able to write like J.K Rowling does... she is no doubt, one of the most fantastic author that i've come across... some of my friends might disagree with me, but hey, one man's tea may be another man's poison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it may has been Enid Blyton's books that i got addicted to reading, it was still J.K Rowling who made the biggest impact on me, other than E.B White for Charlotte's Web, that i want to be able to write like them... the foursome of J.K Rowling resembles that of Enid Blyton's Famous Five, excluding Timmy the dog... I noticed that recently when i re-read the harry potter series when the similarity hits me... Harry Potter = Julian, the stupid strong sense of chivalry, Ron Weasley = Dick, the one who always take the back seat but will give his life for his loved ones, Hermione Granger = Anne, the bossy and smart, who prefers to stay out of danger but nevertheless fight back when there's one, Ginny Weasley = George, feisty, determined, strong-willed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here... i'm not saying that J.K Rowling simply ripped the original cast of Famous Five only replacing them as her own Harry Potter cast... i love the cast of Famous Five as much as I love the characters in Harry Potter... it's just that i cant help but link the above mentioned characters together because their personalities are so alike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give credits to Enid Blyton, it was because of Famous Five that i discovered my love for reading, which eventually lead me to J.K Rowling and Harry Potter... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still honesty love to read Enid Blyton's work, especially Famous Five and E.B White's Charlotte's Web...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can jolly well go ahead and call me childish for all i care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: for non-books lovers out there, it's time to try reading and you might discover that it's actually as fun as kissing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: not that i've kissed before but judging from experiences when i caught couples snogging in the back seats of the bus, i think that it must have been enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S: damn, reading the *ahem* does makes me want a relationship... *swores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S: i think only johan will understand the P.S.S.S stated above... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-3362887158286919309?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/3362887158286919309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=3362887158286919309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/3362887158286919309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/3362887158286919309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8755974788966165658</id><published>2007-07-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:42:23.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan's ROM</title><content type='html'>Janice jiejie's ROM was fun... but, the guy who solemnized the marriage is such an idiot... keep saying, "Mr Janice Quek"... OMG... my jiejie is a woman, mister.... when we heard tt, we were like "oh pls~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ROM is held at Arama Hotel, where jiejie and Mus, now my cousin-in-law, first met... after 3 years, they got married at the place where they first knew each other... something out of a novel... lolx... I SIMPLY LOVE THE BROWNIE THERE!!! the chocolate fudge simply melts onto your tongue upon the first bite and it is LOVE~ i am greedy... i had 4 tiny pieces of the brownie... guilty as charged... bring me into jail please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam-whored a lot... haha... the bride is still the prettiest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my family loads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MUACKS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokG9Aa40HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mWQ2jy2qAPA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokG9Aa40HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mWQ2jy2qAPA/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082601299618877554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved MUMMY and me... mummy cut her hair... look so kiddsh... LOVES =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokKhwa40QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/REX2jBV8nmQ/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokKhwa40QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/REX2jBV8nmQ/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082605229513953538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and stepfy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokILga40KI/AAAAAAAAABE/sTMdkB0WePY/s1600-h/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokILga40KI/AAAAAAAAABE/sTMdkB0WePY/s320/DSC04310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082602648238608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi and I *take 1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokKXga40PI/AAAAAAAAABs/GrqpqRRALMM/s1600-h/DSC04334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokKXga40PI/AAAAAAAAABs/GrqpqRRALMM/s320/DSC04334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082605053420294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi and I *take 2* P.S: this is better...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokJPAa40OI/AAAAAAAAABk/pN_BCS7sxYc/s1600-h/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokJPAa40OI/AAAAAAAAABk/pN_BCS7sxYc/s320/DSC04332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082603807879778530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin jiejie (jiejie's best friend) and I... P.S.S: My cousin-in-law is caught at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokJEAa40NI/AAAAAAAAABc/oTn4sxh0aTs/s1600-h/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokJEAa40NI/AAAAAAAAABc/oTn4sxh0aTs/s320/DSC04322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082603618901217490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Janice jiejie... she's so pretty!!! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokNmga40RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z76_4Vd1qQg/s1600-h/DSC04323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokNmga40RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z76_4Vd1qQg/s320/DSC04323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082608609653215506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pretty 6th aunt and Janice jiejei... and what is my 2nd uncle doing with his mouth open so wide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokItQa40MI/AAAAAAAAABU/4zlb9HMK1_E/s1600-h/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokItQa40MI/AAAAAAAAABU/4zlb9HMK1_E/s320/DSC04326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082603228059193538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st aunt, baby face Jason korkor and I... it's LOVES again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokIfQa40LI/AAAAAAAAABM/9FriMAStmAg/s1600-h/DSC04318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokIfQa40LI/AAAAAAAAABM/9FriMAStmAg/s320/DSC04318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082602987541024946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my beloved darling... I LOVE YOU LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokHqga40JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_GxPKQ9Mpwk/s1600-h/DSC04309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokHqga40JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_GxPKQ9Mpwk/s320/DSC04309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082602081302925458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepfy jiejie and I... it's sweetness~ *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokHNga40II/AAAAAAAAAA0/97yWstfi6fg/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokHNga40II/AAAAAAAAAA0/97yWstfi6fg/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082601583086719106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, from top, Vi, me, ben and stepf... thanks guys for being my childhood playmates and cousins... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's LOVES once again and sweetness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning in a pool of honey... dun rescue me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8755974788966165658?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8755974788966165658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8755974788966165658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8755974788966165658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8755974788966165658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/07/jans-rom.html' title='Jan&apos;s ROM'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RokG9Aa40HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mWQ2jy2qAPA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1641994820098740572</id><published>2007-06-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:56:45.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprised</title><content type='html'>went for Indian food with my beloved LEWT family and desserts at river valley road... it seems ages since we last met up and have such fun together crapping... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy your company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy, Johan, Kah Loong... May out friendship be lasting and fruitful... 3 years plus and still going strong... i love you guys so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what do you expect with four big mouths gathered together...? total chaos... like fish market yeah... all the way from the indian restaurant to the dessert shop at river valley road to star bucks at gwc till mcDonald's at tiong... what a racket we're creating... haha... so fun... and you're right, it's LOVES... there was msges from isaac unexpectedly... he was the last person i would expect to recieve msges from... haha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Indian food and dessert over at river valley was unexceptionally fabulous... thumbs up... we had, tissue prata, chicken and cheese mutabak, 20 chicken satays, stingray and tomyum seafood soup... for dinner only... haha... that's what you get when you have 4 urber hungry people with big mouths eating dinner... haha... let's do that again some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy their company... light-hearted, funny, open-minded, straight forward and easy-going... i'm so blessed to have meet them during my sec school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm urber happy today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1641994820098740572?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1641994820098740572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1641994820098740572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1641994820098740572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1641994820098740572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprised.html' title='surprised'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7123323785739294678</id><published>2007-06-23T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:11:55.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cast in the wash</title><content type='html'>Castalos Jr has been sitting on my computer collecting dust for the past 8 months... he looked so sad and pathetic that my heart goes out to him, hence the decision of bringing him for a wash... =)&lt;br /&gt;wells, i've got a compassionate heart... lolx... the biggest joke of the year... *roll eyes* so, after washing him, soaking and drowning poor Castalos Jr in a bucket of shampoo water, he came out back orangy and clean! just like the day i bought him... =) except that i dont think he's too happy with me cause he still got his infamous expression painted on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we've got Castalos Jr orangy and clean back... and he is hanging dangling out of the window by his feet now... hmmm... i think the view looks fantastic from there... dangling out from the window to find yourself staring at the brightly-lited stretch of express way with bikes speeding at god-knows-how-many-metres-per-hour... =) wells, Castalos Jr is going to enjoy the spectacular view tonight, whether he likes it or not cause i'm not gonna let him sit on my computer desk all dripping wet, resulting in fungus and moulds... that's double, no triple ewwwwwwwwww and gross!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i'm not a sadist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i supposed johan's right about my mouth worning out... time to get a brand new motorized mouth and irritate the hell out of my friends!!! =) hahaha... cant be blamed cause it runs in my blood, simply to say, the talkative genes is inherited from my parents! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me to blame my parents for my non-stop babbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good friend of mine used to say that because i'm small in size, god gave me a big mouth to compensate for my size... i would then laugh and waved the sentence off as some gibberish piffle gobbledygook mumbo-jumbo baloney poppycock nonsensical rubbish... looking back though, i think he's right... cause you see, i have stop growing taller since sec 1 and the amount of rubbish i spew out becomes more and more substantial with each passing year... coffee bean's 7 rubbish bin is not even enough to contain the rubbish that is producing and spewing out, *correction* gashing out from my mouth like the Niagara Falls... aint that amazing to know that my mouth is capable of producing so much rubbish that it can be compared to the Falls of Niagara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i would one day go and have a good look at the Niagara Falls in the States,  Ontario, Canada... at the same time oso visiting Jonathan!!! guy, since you migrated back to Ontario, we have not been seeing much of each other... not to mention talking on msn anymore since we are now living in different continents of the world... sad though... =( faster come back to Sg so that i can see you again kays... =) you're dearly missed by me... so honoured right... haha... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually starting to plan for my two months break now... which is like, the holidays are gonna take place in the last week of August, and here i am sitting in the heat of June planning for the two months holiday... *argues* i'm always looking into the future, which is a good thing... so, who wanna go Tioman island with me to do scuba diving and get ourselves tan???? hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that, i've type like the longest entry since i've like, started blogging... OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've finished reading The Rule of Four, which is fabulous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7123323785739294678?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7123323785739294678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7123323785739294678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7123323785739294678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7123323785739294678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/06/cast-in-wash.html' title='cast in the wash'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-3548904135569626223</id><published>2007-06-22T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:30:08.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saint or sinner</title><content type='html'>a person who kills a saint is a sinner whereas a person who kills a sinner is a saint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irony of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person who has blood tainted on his hands is a murderer... however, the only difference is who he kills that determines who he is being labelled, a saint or a sinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicating huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often judge the antagonist based on the situation of the protagonist's... like, if the victim is a bad person, the person who harm the victim will be hailed as a saint, hero or someone who saves the world and vice versa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such an unfair world out there... a cruel, realistic, materialistic world we're living in... people no longer judge the you based on who you are but they judge you on the influence you have inflicted on the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people, are people who i seriously despise on and call dumb... in the eye of the law, a person who kills either a saint or a sinner, is called a murderer and will be hold responsible for his actions... unless, he killed the other party out of self-defence, otherwise it will be a total different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*doing some reflections*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaiman just came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingy Huiable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! that sounds like somekind of baby diaper brand... like Pampers Baby Dry and Huggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingy Huiable the Huggable... the first choice of baby diapers Mom will use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) the two weeks break is coming to a close... which also signifies the coming deadline of digiCon... i'm feeling bit jumpy, afraid that we wont be able to finish up our animation in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-3548904135569626223?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/3548904135569626223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=3548904135569626223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/3548904135569626223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/3548904135569626223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/06/saint-or-sinner.html' title='saint or sinner'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4939740590255495850</id><published>2007-06-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:37:22.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm soooooooooooo wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bored today that i've decided to go and cut my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved it till mummy commented that i looked kiddy... i hated it since then... oh my... i do really have a love and hate relationship with my hair huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian commented he like my hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlVeyYWO9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/75C_7V45Xug/s1600-h/593194055l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078184042245274578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlVeyYWO9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/75C_7V45Xug/s320/593194055l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlV3CYWO-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QVHtJaSkn0E/s1600-h/593194055l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078184458857102306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlV3CYWO-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QVHtJaSkn0E/s320/593194055l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlV8yYWO_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w836BIKtW0M/s1600-h/343440417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078184557641350130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlV8yYWO_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w836BIKtW0M/s320/343440417l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cam-whoring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlWIyYWPAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GrKgMn1aqTk/s1600-h/241787343l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078184763799780354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkpayGQ62Os/RnlWIyYWPAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GrKgMn1aqTk/s320/241787343l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGAIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at the pictures taken the day before and reminiscing it just trips me out to know that i want my old styleback badly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*regrets*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, it wont be long before my hair grows back again!!! i really must kick the habit of cutting my hair when i'm wayyyyyyyyyyyy bored... yays!!! lolx... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zaizai and ian!!! when are we going BJ again???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4939740590255495850?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4939740590255495850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4939740590255495850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4939740590255495850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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so scary... i cant remember the ending though, as i woke up filled with sweat... it was so real, bone-chilling, even worse than dreaming about vampires and stuffs... the fear of being swollowed up by the gargantuan waves... the helplessness felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what morries said, "death comes to us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why are still humans so afraid of dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably because we're humans, we tend to think that we're far more superior than those in the animal kingdom, yet in the process, we forgot that eventually we still have to face death in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always put on a hard front, protecting the vulnerability within us, often hurting those closest to us... yet in the midst of death, we let our vulnerablilty shown, regretting hurting the people around us... those who died regret hurting them, those who live lived in haunting memories of the ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening 2 become 1 by Spice Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of emo-ing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i got a new wallet ytd! so happy... haha... suddenly feeling so hungry... need some tibits to fill my empty stomach... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-6451328666788232217?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/6451328666788232217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=6451328666788232217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/6451328666788232217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/6451328666788232217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/06/nightmares.html' title='nightmares'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-2715927693538763466</id><published>2007-06-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:06:44.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soaked in love</title><content type='html'>i've decided to be a good gal and blog today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx... big joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so tired... busy modelling for digiCon competition and with UED... if zhen sheng found out that i'm like, having the time to blog when i'm complaining about the workload to him over msn and other means of communication through electronic devices, i'll be like so dead... yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met up with zaiman and ian ytd... so fun... it seems like ages the last time we met... had ben and jerry's at Vivo... like wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around me is soaking in the season of love... i thought valentine's day is over...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, my cousin is madly over heels in love with daniel radcliffe, alias harry potter, if anyone dunno who that guy is... another squeak from her when she saw his picture and she's going to be so dead... omg... cant stand her... there i am reading A Season for the Dead by David Hewson and there is she "omg-ing" about the radcliffe guy... although he may be good looking and stuffs, and on the plus side he's the image of harry potter, i hate it when ppl screams and squeaks and watever you guys call when girls make that annoying sound when they see some good and totally hot guys, like "cooing" or watsoever... it annoys me so much that i've decided to blog it down here... *tadang*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out where i've inherited my "out of point-ness" and "randomness" from... yays! i got the two talents from my mummy dearest... apparently it runs in the blood cause i just found out my cousins are just as "out of point-ness" and "randomness" as me... well... to admit and probably some credits, i'm the worse case in the family... =D and i'm like so proud of it huh... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently colin raye's playlist is on the hit of my nano... i just love his songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girlfriend... you know, since my two other underwater best creature friends are so gay... makes me feel so left out... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signs... i'm too overworked... i cant breathe properly larhs... think i'm getting down with a flu soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THAT "WATEVER" BAG FROM THE WALLET SHOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-2715927693538763466?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/2715927693538763466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=2715927693538763466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2715927693538763466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2715927693538763466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/06/soaked-in-love.html' title='soaked in love'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8263859407376334338</id><published>2007-06-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:14:03.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you be there</title><content type='html'>jetson, i know i never injured my hand okays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolwork's taking up a huge amount of my tym... but, i still enjoy it because i love animating, other than UED, which totally sux big tym.... darn darn darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with user experience design... who cares what the hoots you think... i dun give a damn thing about tt larhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first tym gotten shot to death before i open my big mouth for the presentation... next tym must remember to wear bullet proof vest for UED presentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kills my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Would you be there... the melody's so nice larhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ben, cheer up cause things will blow over soon... jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells... gotta buck up on UED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8263859407376334338?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8263859407376334338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8263859407376334338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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two huge wounds on my knees and two small wounds on my palms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wounds didnt hurt till i reach home at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go one corner and cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4952291858010219600?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4952291858010219600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4952291858010219600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4952291858010219600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4952291858010219600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/05/sadded.html' title='sadded'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-3544422523378769768</id><published>2007-05-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:41:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ian and friends</title><content type='html'>ive spent like 90+ bucks on books... so happy lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to toys r us again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4300210643499090685</id><published>2007-05-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:59:54.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ian and gang</title><content type='html'>3D modelling was soooooooooooooooooooooo fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Johan for breakfast at starbucks and headed to school for some self-learning 3D modelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched with wawa and meiting at the indian resturant near the school... the food's not bad... and meiting had a &lt;em&gt;bandong dinosaur&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ewww.... i dun like bandong... the colour reminds me of cough syrup.... lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, after lunch went back school and continued with 3D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for Marina Square shortly to meet Zaiman and Ian, walked arnd and crapped a lot... headed towards TCC at Millenia Walk where we crapped again... Ian was like so hyper lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so sad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so horrible...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then how...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian's favourite phrases... LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac joined us ltr and we went off for dinner over at  Just Noodles, Suntec... hahahaha... and Ian taught us some right pronounciation of English words... &lt;em&gt;salmon...&lt;/em&gt; haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd Suntec, went to Toys "r" Us, left for esplanade to talk... and *tadang*&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really enjoy hanging out with them... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4300210643499090685?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4300210643499090685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4300210643499090685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4300210643499090685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4300210643499090685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/05/ian-and-gang.html' title='ian and gang'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1877907086371729822</id><published>2007-04-29T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:48:42.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>oooookays!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from the gathering of 3DO... i found out a lot of things... omg... i dun dun dun dun dun dun believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhangyang, keep to your promises hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun during the gathering... after gathering, Ian, zaiman, issac, castalos and I went exploring the school compound... after exploration, Ian and issac left because their mums called respectively and thus left only the 3 of us... we went tonning and shortly cast had to leave because his mum called and it was like, 3 freshies and 2 seniors at beauty world mac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sian lor... agreed to ton tgt and in the end everyone just ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... nevertheless, it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays!!! and e-learning week is coming up!!!! i so so so so so wanna watch the taiwanese drama "Magician of Love" for the 84315639428th time... and perhaps oso use the time to finish up my own production which i've dragged for god-knows-how-long already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1877907086371729822?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1877907086371729822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1877907086371729822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1877907086371729822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1877907086371729822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/04/gathering.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4005218973016710101</id><published>2007-04-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:02:05.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>this entry was supposed to beposted on the 25th, but dunno why nvr publish... i think i nvr press the "publish" button... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big thanks to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peilin, Benjamin, Willy, Johan, Autumn, Addie, Liting, Joel, Mr Jamie, Mr Oran, Janice, Zaiman, Mr Edward, Larry,  JoJo, Charcoal, Yiwen, Joanne, Michelle for wishing me happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting, for your delicious cookie, cute necklace, card and book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, for the wonderful feast you cooked and the pretty cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, for the chocolately chocolate cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo, for the twenty plus punches you gave me... &lt;em&gt;i'm only 18 hor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huilinn, Yuwen, Benedict, Kang Yong, Jasmine, Peiyuan and those who wished me in friendster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peilin, Liting, Wei Qng, Castalos, Benjamin, Zhen Sheng for sending us to dinner at Pizza Hut in Clementi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin and Zhen Shen who disappeared to who-knows-where when we reached clementi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a dozen people who wished me well but have been left out... Sorry, cause i've got a real bad memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and benjamin, you promised me my stingray feast at the esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today's entry, i'm gonna BITCH about this supper fuzzy, fugly and oh-watever-disgusting-word-you-can-think-of-at-the-moment guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the layout and design nicely den keep changing changing changing... Our pay was dragged from last week till now because of him la... and i'm officially &lt;strong&gt;BROKE&lt;/strong&gt;... with a capital &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, if you dun want to pay just say so la... no reason to drag our pay for so long right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want me to design logo for you and yet want to avoid payment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think wat... the contract states &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 pages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 pages and logo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dare give me the "oh, the logo is not included huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how to read&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm positive that the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contract is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;written&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;typed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; out in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chickenenebye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nvr seen nor met such a gayish guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i forgot,  he's a woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4005218973016710101?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4005218973016710101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4005218973016710101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4005218973016710101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4005218973016710101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-973235623995513904</id><published>2007-04-24T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:16:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FU</title><content type='html'>life is seriously one whole hell of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BITCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK MAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use my com till hang, kena virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type one stupid resign letter for nearly 8 hours... &lt;em&gt;like how long do you need to take to type a letter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn on the radio and television without listening or watching while typing the letter... stoned in front of the com while typing the letter... &lt;em&gt;do you know how to take a break...? esp when you cant think of what to type... no wonder you use till 8 hours just to type the stupid letter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello, you dun happened to be &lt;strong&gt;paying my electricity bill&lt;/strong&gt;, do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use my printer, print till no paper no ink expect me to &lt;strong&gt;replenish&lt;/strong&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the fuck do you mean by "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she only buy what she needs or want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i'll only buy the things&lt;em&gt; i need or want&lt;/em&gt;... if not buy the things &lt;em&gt;you need or want&lt;/em&gt; huh...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;print&lt;/span&gt; money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously fuck man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my vcd nvr ask permission somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind you using my things without my permission, but can you at least put my things back to the original places when you have finish using them...? that is being polite oks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to hell with the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" reply with that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notorious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tone of yours when i called to ask where you put my vcd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you use other people's things without putting back where they belong, how do you expect other people to put your things back nicely in place after using your things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think you only know how to scold people for not taking good care of your things and not putting back your things in place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought of how you treated other people's properties...? if you didnt, who gives you the rights to scold people when you yourself dun do it also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you are my aunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont want to be living under the same roof as you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the blue string of profanities above, but i am seriously pissed off by my aunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-973235623995513904?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/973235623995513904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=973235623995513904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/973235623995513904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/973235623995513904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/04/fu.html' title='FU'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7433137364491894007</id><published>2007-04-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:39:19.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let go</title><content type='html'>I thought i was strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've let you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've forgotten about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've put the past behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've moved on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've been so right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet you proved me wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor let you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt manage to leave everything behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor moved on with life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trapped in the past for the past few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i did was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to escape from everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7433137364491894007?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7433137364491894007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7433137364491894007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7433137364491894007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7433137364491894007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-go.html' title='let go'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-9104483418433741813</id><published>2007-04-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:17:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing jelly</title><content type='html'>school started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an i'm missing my 1M02... i think the lecturers purposely split us up... no more eating together in the class, doing random and nonsensical stuffs, hanging out after school and last minute chionging projects together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those moments alrdy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1M02 peeps rock my socks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're super united in *tadang* EATING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popcorns, tapiocal chips, kit-kats, chocs, potato chips, you name it... all the junk food.... not to mention cassidy's fantastic card magic that nvr fail to wow us, the randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out smth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the jelly pack and set on the table, James came over and we started this conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he, " wat's that on the table?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, " jelly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he, " ew... how do you eat smth that can practically dance?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, " jelly dont dance..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he, " i'll prove it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pokes the container gingerly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the jelly starts to wibble wobble wibbly wobbly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we burst out into hysteric laughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, " eh! how am i gonna eat smth that dances?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he *continue laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, " i cant eat smth that dances! ew..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - end of convers -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all his fault that i dun get to eat my jelly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wibble wobble wibbly wobbly - my jelly can dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-9104483418433741813?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/9104483418433741813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=9104483418433741813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/9104483418433741813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/9104483418433741813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/04/dancing-jelly.html' title='dancing jelly'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1928385744011893330</id><published>2007-04-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:05:52.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3do camp</title><content type='html'>i'm back from camp... feeling pretty tired... haha.. but nevertheless, it's fun and worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy said i've become tanned... YAYS!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really enjoy mixing around with my fellow GMs and te-kan-ing the freshies and GLs... haha... i know... i'm one hell of an evil gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Wen, Alvin, Henry, Aloysius Chin Wei, Eileen, Wawa, Zaiman, Ian, Ibsen, Issac, Joel, Dean and Shuan, big thanks to you guys for making my day with your jokes and all those nonsensical stuffs we did during camp... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3do was definitely a great experience... getting to know new friends and bonding together with them... Those guys are one real heck of fun to be with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's have a gathering one day!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward to becoming even closer to themand hopefully, in the near future, a clique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i came back feeling tired, every laughter and fun i had definitely tops it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's smth ridiculous... i actually tonned with Castalos during the camp and having fun with him and the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it as a good omen then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to lalaland i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOP! PH goes down to the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7499204-1928385744011893330?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1928385744011893330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1928385744011893330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1928385744011893330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1928385744011893330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/04/3do-camp.html' title='3do camp'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-7761559818492632859</id><published>2007-03-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:08:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pearl</title><content type='html'>home from vivo!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with PL , watched a fashion show - french connections, at raffles den head back school to help her with her noticeboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rained heavily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt left for vivo for another fashion show - spain 2 dream... and as usual, i was being entertained by PL... she's one of the rare ppl who can make me cry and laugh at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL!!! u should be honoured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we explored vivo, and it is like, omg, so huge that it's hard for us not to get lost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after tt while heading out of vivo towards the bus stop, PL tries to avoid a passerby who nearly walked into her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tadang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the funny part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tries to avoid the passerby with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face covered in her hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that was hilarious okays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i was laughing at her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after tt,  it became her turn to laugh at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just reminded me of something stupid i said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wait for you with the bus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died down there... i wish that the marble floor of vivo will open and swallowed me up right there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; english i speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, the master of english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, the inventor of the english language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like i've said, i've been doing too much dumb stuffs that it is hard to keep track of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.get-thefullstory.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know more about the details for today's happenings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candy dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-7761559818492632859?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/7761559818492632859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=7761559818492632859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7761559818492632859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/7761559818492632859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/pearl.html' title='pearl'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4512744746863870772</id><published>2007-03-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:17:34.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... maybe people would learn to overcome their petty differences, and rise above murderous squabbles over personal faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching mediacorp channel 8's Miracle ( the only one episode of it), I realised that I am indeed not one who can work in a hospital as a doctor, staring at death in the face everyday... I'm lucky to have realization dawned on me way back, during the days whereby i've been aspired to become a doctor, saving lives... although it might be true, that facing so many deaths in a day will one cease to be cynical and void of any feelings, but I still cant take the fact that failing to save a live in line of duty resulting in grieve caused to the deceased's family... I would most probably tender in my resignation and living with guilt for the rest of my life... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7499204-4512744746863870772?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4512744746863870772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4512744746863870772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4512744746863870772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4512744746863870772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/cynical.html' title='Cynical'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1897522013157772084</id><published>2007-03-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:45:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peilin</title><content type='html'>A day out with Peilin and Zaiman... and what fun we had man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went suntec to meet PL and after roam about there... PL bought a cute top from iora... after which we fought our way towards the national lib whereby PL borrowed some design books and zaiman meet us there... went to look at the exibitions the national lib is having and, of all the things i have to do at the lib, i actually slammed the locker shut, dunno how to unlock the stupid thing... talk about being dumb... it seems to me that i've done so much dumb things in my whole of 18 years that it's hard for me to keep track of... anyways, back to the lib, walk walk see see... done with the exibits and headed to central and had Starbucks for dinner... and not to mention as usual, crapping along the way... like what to do, the 3 of us are infected with SACS... ya... lolx... i can see the pufferfish shaking his head and denying that... hey guy! face the reality... no use living in denial... LOLX... i hope he dun kill me with his sting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to CQ, me and PL ran across the water fountain and roamed about there... PL took some random pics... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view of CQ is awesome... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home after tt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hanging out with my species... namely the underwater creatures... LOLX..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1897522013157772084?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1897522013157772084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1897522013157772084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1897522013157772084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1897522013157772084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/peilin.html' title='peilin'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8921796463602205541</id><published>2007-03-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:59:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><content type='html'>johan's birthday today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 18th!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sl, willy and I celebrated for him... got jo a cake and headed to nydc at HV for dinner... and as usual, i was the noisy one in the group and haha, wat was i doing.... crapping... fav past time i guess... went over to starbucks for coffee and i met julie!!! i love julie, that gal... haha... tt sounds so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to jo's place with the intention of cutting the cake but somehow ended up playing daidee... sl taught me how to play... and i'm somehow getting the hang of it... =) thanks gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the cake and we tease jo... haha... leave the details out here... long story... too lazy to type...&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some adults are such a bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and found a bitch there using my computer... i dun mind ppl using my com and my stuffs... use my drawing paper to print her resume, and my drawing papers are expensive!!! damn... and she still sounds so reasonable... oh whatever... her resume got printer out in a way that she doesnt like it and she was grumbling away, accusing the printer ink... like c'mon pls... my fault that the resume didnt come out the way she wants...? man... kill my joy... what a way to end my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my rumblings... dun wanna my mood to be spoilt by her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8921796463602205541?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8921796463602205541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8921796463602205541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8921796463602205541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8921796463602205541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/bitch.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-6288880083757901030</id><published>2007-03-19T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:15:47.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogged</title><content type='html'>first thing first... *ahem* i'm not going to post some song lyrics here today... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as zaiman said he's not in the mood to update, so here i am, updating on his behalf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;so nice&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lit' miss nice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rounds of applause please*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you &lt;em&gt;*bows*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was smth out of the blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met zaiman n wawa for lunch and after that headed to meet ting to go to amk to collect her lappy... it was, as usual, crappy and laming arnd... i love love love hanging out with them... cause we'll ended up doing stupid and lame stuffs that makes us luff like nobody's bsinesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd amk hub and crapping along the way... discovered smth... most oodlooking guys are found up north... lolx... haha... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in search of our dinner - mainly KFC... ting folded a crane that can't fly but swim... so she set it flying and landed into zai's large rootbeer, afterwhich it was happily swimming away inside... hmmm... i think her crane prefers to swim instead of flying.... fished the swimming crane out of the rootbeer and miraculously, the crane didnt get wet... zai said " it landed on ice!"&lt;br /&gt;duh... so apparently there were floating ice bergs in the ocean of rootbeer... I didnt know till today... hmmm... discovery... so ice bergs can be found everywhere!!! *concluded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes the day for today... and i am now, being nice as usual, sitting in front of the computer and entertaining some ppl... oh wells, being nice, i cant help but not to complain that i dun wanna entertain certain ppl, so now i am bombardizing or whatever that means *go figure* those certain ppl in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i certainly miss the use of nenekuchibom and chickenenebye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bombardized&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; those idiots who got nothing better to do and request me to entertain you with my lameness and crappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nenekuchibom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to han for wanting to murder some ppl's bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chickenenebye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me for the craps above about entertaining som ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just typing nonsense as usual, so dont bother abt it... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems to me that my SACS ( pronounced as sex) is gettng worse by the minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an article by The Craps Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of those who dont know what does SACS stands for, it means Severe Acute Crappetitis Syndrome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on how you know you've been infected by SACS, you'll know if you've got infected by:&lt;br /&gt;-crapping non-stop&lt;br /&gt;-crap to whoever that is next to you&lt;br /&gt;-crap bout aything and everything&lt;br /&gt;-crap about serious things&lt;br /&gt;-crap about stupid stuffs&lt;br /&gt;-basically just craps&lt;br /&gt;-jokes and lame around&lt;br /&gt;-having the ability to turn anything into cap w/o knowing how&lt;br /&gt;-crapping everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-craps and craps&lt;br /&gt;-and more craps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, you'll now know if you've been infected with SACS or otherwise known as Crappetitis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: as stated by Doctor PHLee, there is no cure for SACS, hence it is advisible, hopefully not to get infected by SACS... if any of your friends are infected, he or she will have to be quarentined so as to stop the disease from spreading... however, due to the face that we are living in a crap world, chances of getting infected by SACS is 99.9999999999999999%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your general knowledge, SACS is discovered byDoctor PHLee in the year 2004  and is deemed to be an incurable disease till now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- extracted from an article "SACS Prevention" by The Craps Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my longest entry ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-6288880083757901030?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/6288880083757901030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=6288880083757901030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/6288880083757901030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/6288880083757901030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogged_19.html' title='blogged'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-3557334465914787808</id><published>2007-03-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:15:45.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogged</title><content type='html'>first thing first... *ahem* i'm not going to post some song lyrics here today... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as zaiman said he's not in the mood to update, so here i am, updating on his behalf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;so nice&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lit' miss nice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rounds of applause please*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you &lt;em&gt;*bows*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was smth out of the blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met zaiman n wawa for lunch and after that headed to meet ting to go to amk to collect her lappy... it was, as usual, crappy and laming arnd... i love love love hanging out with them... cause we'll ended up doing stupid and lame stuffs that makes us luff like nobody's bsinesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd amk hub and crapping along the way... discovered smth... most oodlooking guys are found up north... lolx... haha... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in search of our dinner - mainly KFC... ting folded a crane that can't fly but swim... so she set it flying and landed into zai's large rootbeer, afterwhich it was happily swimming away inside... hmmm... i think her crane prefers to swim instead of flying.... fished the swimming crane out of the rootbeer and miraculously, the crane didnt get wet... zai said " it landed on ice!"&lt;br /&gt;duh... so apparently there were floating ice bergs in the ocean of rootbeer... I didnt know till today... hmmm... discovery... so ice bergs can be found everywhere!!! *concluded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes the day for today... and i am now, being nice as usual, sitting in front of the computer and entertaining some ppl... oh wells, being nice, i cant help but not to complain that i dun wanna entertain certain ppl, so now i am bombardizing or whatever that means *go figure* those certain ppl in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i certainly miss the use of nenekuchibom and chickenenebye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bombardized&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; those idiots who got nothing better to do and request me to entertain you with my lameness and crappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nenekuchibom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to han for wanting to murder some ppl's bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chickenenebye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me for the craps above about entertaining som ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just typing nonsense as usual, so dont bother abt it... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems to me that my SACS ( pronounced as sex) is gettng worse by the minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an article by The Craps Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of those who dont know what does SACS stands for, it means Severe Acute Crappetitis Syndrome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on how you know you've been infected by SACS, you'll know if you've got infected by:&lt;br /&gt;-crapping non-stop&lt;br /&gt;-crap to whoever that is next to you&lt;br /&gt;-crap bout aything and everything&lt;br /&gt;-crap about serious things&lt;br /&gt;-crap about stupid stuffs&lt;br /&gt;-basically just craps&lt;br /&gt;-jokes and lame around&lt;br /&gt;-having the ability to turn anything into cap w/o knowing how&lt;br /&gt;-crapping everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-craps and craps&lt;br /&gt;-and more craps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, you'll now know if you've been infected with SACS or otherwise known as Crappetitis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: as stated by Doctor PHLee, there is no cure for SACS, hence it is advisible, hopefully not to get infected by SACS... if any of your friends are infected, he or she will have to be quarentined so as to stop the disease from spreading... however, due to the face that we are living in a crap world, chances of getting infected by SACS is 99.9999999999999999%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your general knowledge, SACS is discovered byDoctor PHLee in the year 2004  and is deemed to be an incurable disease till now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- extracted from an article "SACS Prevention" by The Craps Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my longest entry ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1561206928935157367</id><published>2007-03-18T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:02:56.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>nth much these few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an urge to blog... but about what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly throw out blood while teaching my cousin science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1561206928935157367?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4424195153654583436</id><published>2007-03-09T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:19:31.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天使忌妒的生活</title><content type='html'>the song 天使忌妒的生活 by gary is playing on my lappie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt; 真的什么都别说  彩虹正在消失&lt;br /&gt;我们赶快捕捉  以后的 以后再说&lt;br /&gt;你安静的眼神  也有一种节奏&lt;br /&gt;Love Is So Beautiful Thing  多美丽 多难得&lt;br /&gt;Love Is So Wonderful Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;就是那么爱你 什么都想为你&lt;br /&gt; 爱是一种毒瘾 正在发作&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱你 会爱到很久&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不必急着说 慢慢享受&lt;br /&gt;连天使都忌妒的生活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;真的什么都别说  安静也是沟通&lt;br /&gt;几个呼吸就够  说什么 都嫌太多&lt;br /&gt;把现在的画面  留到老的时候&lt;br /&gt;Love Is So Beautiful Thing  多美丽 多难得&lt;br /&gt;Love Is So Wonderful Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;就是那么爱你 什么都想为你&lt;br /&gt;爱是一种毒瘾 正在发作&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱你 会爱到很久&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不必急着说 慢慢享受&lt;br /&gt;连天使都忌妒的生活 (幸福的生活)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;只要看你一秒 那些亿万个心愿&lt;br /&gt;都简化成一句我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;就是那么爱你 (爱~ Wu~)&lt;br /&gt;爱是一种毒瘾 正在发作&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱你 会爱到很久&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不必急着说 慢慢享受 Wu Woo~&lt;br /&gt;哦幸福的生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so out of place...&lt;br /&gt;it's probably due to the emptiness inside...&lt;br /&gt;it feels somehow that i'm lacking something in my life...&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldn't put a finger to it...&lt;br /&gt;what is it, exactly, that i am lacking of in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mystery i've been trying to solve...&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldn't find the solution to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness inside is too overwhelming that it's cold from within the heart...&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel that my entire life has been nothing but a routine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i look at my own reflection in the water, there's a strange feeling that i'm staring at someone else's reflection instead... I don't recognise the person staring back at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I try to make sense of all the on-goings around me, hoping to find the answer to that floundering and lost feeling...&lt;br /&gt;but i failed miserably...&lt;br /&gt;the more i reflects back on the past, on the events that i've been through, the more confuse i get...&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes we made are given the name "experiences"...&lt;br /&gt;does those experiences helped to shape our future and letting us learn who we really are and what we are meant for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes as we struggle to decipher the on-goings around us and try to make some sense out of it, the more complicated it gets and appear seemingly as nonsensical, unintelligible garble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;not until i can get the answers i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4424195153654583436?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4424195153654583436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4424195153654583436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4424195153654583436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4424195153654583436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_09.html' title='天使忌妒的生活'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-2253943017100296991</id><published>2007-03-07T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T03:55:41.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>专属天使</title><content type='html'>cant get to sleep... just finished watching hua yang shao nian shao nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching the whole show, it suddenly struck me that the song, 专属天使, was written specially for this show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply love the meaning of the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;专属天使&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;我不会怪你 对我的伪装&lt;br /&gt;天使在人间是该藏 好翅膀&lt;br /&gt;人们愚蠢鲁莽 而你纤细善良&lt;br /&gt;怎能让你 为了我被碰伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;小小的手掌 厚厚的温暖&lt;br /&gt;你总能平复我不安 的夜晚&lt;br /&gt;不敢想的梦想 透过你的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我才看见 它原来在前方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁 (我身旁)&lt;br /&gt;你是我的&lt;br /&gt;专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上 (我心上)&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌 大大的力量&lt;br /&gt;我一定也会像你 一样飞翔 (一样飞翔)&lt;br /&gt;你想去的地方 就是我的方向&lt;br /&gt;有我保护 笑容尽管灿烂&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离 我身旁 (我身旁)&lt;br /&gt;你是我的&lt;br /&gt;专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能取代你在我身上 (我身上)&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;要不是你出现&lt;br /&gt;我一定还在沉睡&lt;br /&gt;Oh 绝望的以为&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命只有黑夜&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁 (我身旁)&lt;br /&gt;你是我的&lt;br /&gt;专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt;没有谁能取代你在我身上 (我身上)&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个 专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; 怎能让你 为了我被碰伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; 有我保护 笑容尽管灿烂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the above sentences struck me hard as memories cae flowing back like the rush of waterfall, bringing me back down the route of memory lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;爱情不就是要这样的吗？被保护着，不让对方因为自己而被碰伤。因为被保护，彼此的笑容因此尽管灿烂...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*pondering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-2253943017100296991?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/2253943017100296991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=2253943017100296991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2253943017100296991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/2253943017100296991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='专属天使'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-8195865689282219307</id><published>2007-03-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:04:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>updating again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna earn more money!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;waste of time, holidays...&lt;br /&gt;am contradicting myself again...&lt;br /&gt;*roars*&lt;br /&gt;time to get a job...&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll only be idling away...&lt;br /&gt;and time to fight for sales again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my wife...&lt;br /&gt;so many lovey-dovey couples...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;must be a good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a joke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do some people hurt others intentionally...?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;tt's smth to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite to all and candy dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-8195865689282219307?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/8195865689282219307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=8195865689282219307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8195865689282219307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/8195865689282219307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-1749821649685168774</id><published>2007-03-02T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:00:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>been ages since i've last blogged... busy with projs and stuffs... but everything's over... glad that everything's over...? not really... even though that the projs and exams are behind me, the time for relaxation makes me feel that my life's empty... nth to keep me occupied... used to be busying with projects till that i'm wishing everything's over and done with... suddenly everything's over and right now feeling so empty... contradicting... but humans are like that... nvr knowing the satisfaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the topics that set me pondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, life's seem to be a routine, even though one tries to fill their days with meaningful events and activities... in the midst of it, one wonders what's one's been put here on earth for... becoming the next great inventor...? the world's leader...? making the world a better place...? or simply here to occupy the space, balancing the population...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's something to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I saw the cute-est lil' sweetie pie... she's soooooo cute... happy baby apparently... she was bouncing happily, gurgling and bubbling  away in baby language... pretty cutie lil' baby... shall upload the pics another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it seems to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you live your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a candle in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never knowing who to cling to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the rain set in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i would have liked to have known you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i was just a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your candle burned out long before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your legend ever did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Candle in the wind&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to this makes me feel so blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems that everyone's living their life like a candle in the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicating life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-1749821649685168774?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/1749821649685168774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=1749821649685168774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1749821649685168774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/1749821649685168774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-4231472790955451142</id><published>2007-02-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:46:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuihou</title><content type='html'>退后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空灰的像哭过离开你以后&lt;br /&gt;并没有更自由&lt;br /&gt;酸酸的空气&lt;br /&gt;嗅出我们的距离&lt;br /&gt;一幕最新的结局&lt;br /&gt;像呼吸般无法停息&lt;br /&gt;抽屉泛黄的日记&lt;br /&gt;找到了回忆&lt;br /&gt;那笑容是夏季&lt;br /&gt;你我的过去&lt;br /&gt;被算是真的忘记&lt;br /&gt;缺氧过后的爱情&lt;br /&gt;如星的眼泪是多余&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给了&lt;br /&gt;承诺却被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好&lt;br /&gt;过最美的爱情&lt;br /&gt;回忆里待续&lt;br /&gt;天空灰的像哭过离开你以后&lt;br /&gt;并没有更自由&lt;br /&gt;酸酸的空气&lt;br /&gt;嗅出我们的距离&lt;br /&gt;一幕最新的结局&lt;br /&gt;像呼吸般无法停息&lt;br /&gt;抽屉泛黄的日记&lt;br /&gt;找到了回忆&lt;br /&gt;那笑容是夏季&lt;br /&gt;你我的过去&lt;br /&gt;被算是真的忘记&lt;br /&gt;缺氧过后的爱情&lt;br /&gt;如星的眼泪是多余&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给了&lt;br /&gt;承诺却被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情回忆里待续&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给了&lt;br /&gt;承诺却被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情回忆里待续&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-4231472790955451142?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/4231472790955451142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=4231472790955451142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4231472790955451142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/4231472790955451142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/02/tuihou.html' title='tuihou'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116991816932656453</id><published>2007-01-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:16:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate the feeling</title><content type='html'>saw him while i went to meet benjamin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i'm just born transparent... and sl's right... why should i care so much when you didnt even bother... i'm so fucking stupid... why must i always be the one taking the initiative... where were you when i need you... cant even remember such little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed the only time you'll talk to me is when you need favours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can everything end and be over when it wasnt even started in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb when we wake up tmr, we'll all realise that it's all but a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place of surrealism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place of memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick... and i hate it... no thanks to projects and stuffs... terrible headache, throat hurts, and everywhere hurts... feels so tired... cant even switch on the fan because i feel so fucking cold... what's wrong wth my body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i feel like leaning on somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be standing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must chiong project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why must you make me fall when you're nt there to catch my fall...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116991816932656453?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116991816932656453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116991816932656453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116991816932656453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116991816932656453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/hate-feeling.html' title='hate the feeling'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116909099190536842</id><published>2007-01-18T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:29:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP</title><content type='html'>I hate PSP... my programme cannot work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who actually invented computer language...  no kudos to the person who founded computer language (although we do have to thank that person else there'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no such thing&lt;/span&gt; as internet and stuffs now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i do, the stupid programme wont listen to me... freak larhs... and i have to hand this damn thing in by the end of the lesson... omg... how am i gonna survive through PSP... stupid larhs... delaration : I HATE PSP... *sobz*... oks... i know i'm a computer illiterate... as in the language... and yet people who took programming says that programming is easy... what the hell... easy meh..? i dont think so... it's not like i dont have enough problems communicating with half retards and idiots... and now i have to fins a way to communicate to the computer...? what the heck... *screams* can someone please speak something  of intelligence and not languages of *ahems*... wells... in short, bird languages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that the teacher can do is to tell us to do our naming properly... wah lau... i oso know that lor... where's the computer geniues when i need them... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jameson&lt;/span&gt; please... PH's having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;huge messed up problem&lt;/span&gt; right here... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where are they when i need them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i feeling so tired... my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt; failed to wake me up (notice the "s" behind the alarm)...this is getting from bad to worse... late for lessons for this week... i gotta learn how to wake up... and yes, i was late for school today... yet again... *sighs* i have to gt benjamin to give me wake up call... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116909099190536842?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116909099190536842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116909099190536842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116909099190536842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116909099190536842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/psp.html' title='PSP'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116904383016984623</id><published>2007-01-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:23:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>benjamin</title><content type='html'>had grouping on monday... went to meet joab and company at cinne... in the end they were playing cs while me and jianming watched Saw 3 on my laptop, waiting for gary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin called, asking where am i... told him my location and got to know that he wanted to watch movie... went for dinner first with them and after that waited for ben to join us... in the end, they went clubbing and me and ben went to wach kung fu majiong 3... the show was hilarious and the theater was freaking cold... the first thing he asked me when we stepped into the theater was whether i'm cold or not... thanks... and dont apologized because you weren't able to lower down the temperature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home about midnight or so and msged ben to let him know i'm home... we talked about loads of things... things that makes me ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your company when i'm feeling so blue... ya, and i wanna wach blood diamond as well... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116904383016984623?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116904383016984623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116904383016984623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116904383016984623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116904383016984623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/benjamin.html' title='benjamin'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116896206606586480</id><published>2007-01-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:10:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing him</title><content type='html'>been so long... some of the pics I took in class because i'm so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/878141/DSC00276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/993423/DSC00276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks so yummy... but they're stones... my favourite colour... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/299944/DSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/21535/DSC00284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my precious possession from benjamin, which never fails to cheer me up when i'm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/363527/DSC00281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/351759/DSC00281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the RING... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/572545/DSC00285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/920477/DSC00285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reduced to replacing my eyes with two $5000 tokens... hmmm, dont these two tokens look great on my face... LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/33519/DSC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/660221/DSC00290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate supplier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/281598/DSC00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/127121/DSC00291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont they look nice to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/1600/95703/DSC00280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3365/465/320/728099/DSC00280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two precious possessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how much I miss you... I dont think you'll ever know... whenever i'm too tired to carry on, when i just feel like throwing in the towel, all i need is one msg from you and i'll be alright again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm... i'll grow stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you're not beside me, i'll still pull through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling blue for the past few days... i know you're tired and stressed out with what you're handling now and you do not have the time to reply me or whatsoever, but still a reply from you make my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i should have been more understanding, more caring... you're busy enough with your commitments - school, soccer, nti, family... and probably some other stuffs which i do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i felt that no one ever care, not even you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was how i've been feeling those past days... maybe i'm tired, too many things on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head hurts a lot... feel like it's gonna break anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be fine without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying to myself seems so much easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116896206606586480?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116896206606586480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116896206606586480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116896206606586480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116896206606586480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/missing-him.html' title='missing him'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116861778631809203</id><published>2007-01-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:03:06.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你还记得一年前&lt;br /&gt;我们初次约会的那天&lt;br /&gt;你靠在我左手的肩&lt;br /&gt;问为什么月亮这么圆&lt;br /&gt;我说是庆祝我和你见面&lt;br /&gt;你说我的嘴怎么这么甜&lt;br /&gt;可是现在的你 不再像从前&lt;br /&gt;是什么让我们疏远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现你和我的距离开始越来越远&lt;br /&gt;感觉不到 你还在身边&lt;br /&gt;我只能活在期盼 回到过去的世界&lt;br /&gt;坚持到 最后一夜&lt;br /&gt;曾经的一点一点&lt;br /&gt;支离破碎的画面&lt;br /&gt;是否和~我一样想念&lt;br /&gt;想念那每一个细节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现你和我的距离开始越来越远&lt;br /&gt;感觉不到 你还在身边 - this sentence is so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116861778631809203?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116861778631809203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116861778631809203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116861778631809203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116861778631809203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-sentence-is-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116857821447649468</id><published>2007-01-12T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:03:34.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignments</title><content type='html'>ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments are piling up like nobody's business... gonna be flatten by the mountain load of projects... sad life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's time to jiayou and jiayou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chiong-ing the projs will be holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking frwd to holidays... but somehow am dreading it too... it seems that we're gonna split into different classes in year 2... and i am not LOOKING frwd to tt... who's gonna pon classes and go shopping with me when dun feel like going for lessons... who's gonna eat loads of tibits with me in classes... who's gonna crap, random-dess with me at anytime of the day... who's gonna drag projs and chiong with me when deadline's drawing closer... only my clique knows... i dont want to split!!!! i hate the thought of not being together... signs... on the bright side, i may get to know some of my other friends well... but, i love and treasure my clique so much that it is so unbearable... i dont want this clique to become like what M8 has become... everyone busy with their projs and stuffs and in the end, it is always so hard ro meet up as a group... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one must learn to let go for the past has become a memory dear to the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories are beautiful but lonely... it leaves one yearning for the unspoken words that leaves so much regrets behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, have to get back to work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116857821447649468?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116857821447649468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116857821447649468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116857821447649468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116857821447649468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/assignments.html' title='assignments'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116835198426506165</id><published>2007-01-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:13:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>dear asked me to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE UPDATED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... a lot happened these days... firstly, i'm sorry... to hurt you... why am i always the one who's being protected ad resulted in you getting the blame and hurt... i'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my definition of success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every man or woman here, if you never hear me again, remember this, that if you wish to be great at all, you must begin where you are and with what you are. He who would be great anywhere must first be great in his own Philadelphia. - Russel H. Conwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million things and whys going through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells... i hope they'll disappear soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116835198426506165?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116835198426506165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116835198426506165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116835198426506165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116835198426506165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry_09.html' title='i&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116810192706082855</id><published>2007-01-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:45:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>mayb i think too much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel that i'm right outside standing, yet you dun open the door to let me in... somehow i just dun feel needed emotionally and mentally... and i hate that feeling... feels so sucky... it doesnt feel right... how do i make you open up your heart... mayb you feel that you cant lean on me or whatever reasons... i dunno... all i know is i cant stand to see u down n troubled...but yet you wont say a word... i know there's probs at home, and i know i cant do much... all i can do is provide you a listening ear and shoulder... i'm feeling as useless as it is now... i hate myself when i cant do anything for you when you're down... just wan to cry because you're troubled and i can do nth abt it... i want to know what you are feeling, to understand you... and yet somehow i feel that there's a barrier blocking me from entering... i know i'm weak... crying over little things... but i cant help it... so freaking sucky... i cant help but worried when u dun answer my calls, reply me or unreachable... nvm if you dun answer or reply me... u might be busy or smth... what freaks me out is when you'reunreachable... mayb your phone's flat or smth... mayb i'm being too paranoid here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thousands of maybe-s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not someone who expresses verbally... i dunno how to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Worldof my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116810192706082855?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116810192706082855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116810192706082855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116810192706082855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116810192706082855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116790185934011823</id><published>2007-01-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:10:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new year has started... may everyone i know enjoy peace and harmony... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school term has started and i know that it's gonna be tough on you... but just hang in there and before you now it, another year has gone just in a blink of an eye... i'll be there to catch your fall... remember my new year resolutions... i'll be there no matter what.. lean on me when you are tired... i dun wish to be the one who's always leaning on you for support... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for everything... although it may be a hard year for you, it will soon pass and whatever happens, look back and you'll find me there... i cant promise that i'll be around for always, but i give you my promise to be there always... always rmb that there's always a ray of light even in absolutely darkness... i hope to be the source of light  for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blimey... blogging in class... i'm so down... feeling so tired these days... i feet that i will fall and drop onto the floor anytime... so tired... and i overslept today... that was how tired i am... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i ever felt this way... and i hate the feeling... being so weak... constantly tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging to keep myself awake... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can even fall asleep when i'm chewing on sweets... how UNBELIEVABLE is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what on earth is wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope that i'll find the answer soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116790185934011823?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116790185934011823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116790185934011823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116790185934011823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116790185934011823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116774614539809235</id><published>2007-01-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:55:45.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear</title><content type='html'>I'll be there or you, through good and bad times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that you know about my new year resolutions... hope that you dun find the last two stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know how worried I am when you dun reply me... but, nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's repoening tmr... jiayou k... hope that everything will go smoothly for u... anything just msg or call me... i'll be there for you, 24/7/365... dont forget me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you assure me that nothing will happen..? cause i cant help but having that bad feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you think that i think too much... nvm then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll learn to stand on my own... independent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freed of any support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun need anybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116774614539809235?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116774614539809235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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can bet, they were burning with desire...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks, i'm wide awake... nvr had such a good sleep for a long time... =P checked the blog... no dance tmr!!! SIANX!!! cant wait toget back to the studio doing all those warm ups... the feeling is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you've eaten and gotten ample of rest... looked so tired after clubbing and yet u still acc me... u're oso gonna become another panda alrdy larhs... hahahaha... oks, but panda's cute and i do so love eating the panda biscuits... =d LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of biscuits... hmmm... feeling a bit hungry now... took 1 piece of cake for the whole day... nearly fainted just now when i got up from the bed when you called... gastritis + low blood sugar + low blood count (or watever that the doc says larhs) + feeling tired = the current feeling that i'm feeling now(of which i dunno wat that is and i think i'm stoning in front of the com)... no appetite to eat during the bbq, just feel like sleeping and sleeping... walking zombie... haha... so while they're bbq-ing, i'm stoning there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain and rain and more rain... freaking weather... so bloodly hell cold... where's the warm sunshine that i've been longing for... although december is supposedly a romantic month due to Christmas (of which one of my friend proclaim - might be romantic in other countries where there's snow but here we got loads of water and cold wind, which i dun find it romantic&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at all), I JUST CANT WAIT FOR DECEMBER TO BE OVER AND DONE WITH!!! and that Spring and Summer faster come... den i can enjoy watching sunrise without having to worry about sudden rain... hahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last note - i miss you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116706434226359733?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116706434226359733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116706434226359733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116706434226359733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116706434226359733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/precious.html' title='precious'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116703838418323581</id><published>2006-12-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:33:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>so tired... just woke up... LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met dear last night and we went off to KTV, joining the rest of the G division... Called benjamin and wished him "Happy Birthday" instead of "Merry Christmas"... he stunned and blur... LOLx... den he was laughing like hell lor... -_-" oks... my fault... so sorry... hahaha... after K went to estee bar to club... my virgin clubbing night... hahaha... lolx... underage party not counted hor... clubbing's not really my cup of tea larhs... too noisy for me to like it... but nevertheless, i am going to learn to enjoy it cause benjamin and i made a pact... =X haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for breakfast at mac den dun wan to head home so early... dear acc me even though dear's tired... sent me home at abt 8 plus... thanks dear... u really must rest well k... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, showered and KO the minute my head hits the pillow... tired~ haha... becoming panda alrdy... hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off to my precious cousin's bbq... Happy Birthday Natalene... love you... muacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116703838418323581?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116703838418323581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116703838418323581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116703838418323581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116703838418323581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116689269945000751</id><published>2006-12-24T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:51:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baobei</title><content type='html'>Officially les, certified les... I've got wat it takes to become 1...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that u can do it... you guys will be back together 1 day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll learn to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch Death Note 2 with Benjamin ytd... at Cinne... went to meet his family before that... den some weird things happened la... too lazy to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baobei, sorry... not your fault tt i cry... just that, i dunno... i'll try not to cry so much k... u oso take care of yourself... dun always go out in the middle of the night... ltr something happened den how... wat do u expect me to do... and also dun keep bottling things up... not good... i've got shoulders and ears here... free of charge de... anything msg me k...  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, i saw this tee-shirt the other day... the saying is cute... "if you like someone set them free... if they come back, set them on fire..." haha... dope rite... *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog le... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116689269945000751?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116689269945000751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116689269945000751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116689269945000751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116689269945000751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/baobei.html' title='baobei'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116671772283789156</id><published>2006-12-22T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:15:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jameson</title><content type='html'>Jameson,jiayou... dun get disheartened... rmb  that there's always a rainbow after the rain... sometimes u might not see the rainbow because it's hiding out of your view, but nevertheless, the rainbow is still there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always rmb, if u ever need a shoulder or listening ear or some1 to pinch, i'm here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116671772283789156?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116671772283789156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116671772283789156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116671772283789156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116671772283789156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/jameson.html' title='jameson'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116663123260989533</id><published>2006-12-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:13:52.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>真心</title><content type='html'>我知道在你心里你还是在想她，我在此请求你，别把我当成代替品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只知道你在我心中的地位是如此的重要。只在乎你今天过得好不好、心情怎么样、担心你有没有好好的照顾自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要你开心、没事，我怎么了都无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jameson (from NTI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要一直用微笑来隐瞒自己的泪水。如果你累了，请记得还有我这个朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是我要为了每一件小事而哭。我只不希望我身边最在乎的人受到伤害。我宁愿是我自己受伤，也不希望看见你出任何的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上，幸好你没打电话，因为我不想让你听到我哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得那晚我妈妈打电话来，你说了一些话，因为妈妈到听了所以骂你、说些难听的话、说了你的是非，所以就这样，我当时很想哭，可是又怕你们问我发生了什么事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不敢当面告诉你，因为怕你会自责还是什么的，当时又很想哭，所以没对你所声：“我先走。”就和Larry一起离开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是真的那么弱吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么容易流泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好讨厌自己那么轻易的哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何不能坚强一点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我这个样子，是不是很讨人厌？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116663123260989533?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116663123260989533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116663123260989533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116663123260989533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116663123260989533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_20.html' title='真心'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116628737535193382</id><published>2006-12-17T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:42:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>Your kisses mightburn but my heart stays cool... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols offically starts today... YEAs!!! two weeks only... haha... hmmm.... seeing miss ANITA after hols... wah... dun want lor... sian half... but wells, at least there're gonna be ppl crapping with me abt her... haha... that's the bright side... lolx... omg... we're onna turn our script into storyboards... damn...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; irritating lor... how am i gonna draw all my human, clones and robots... oh watever... let's be bothered by it when the time comes...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wanna catch Charlotte's Web... my favourite book has been madeinto a movie!!! finally... now i'm hopping that Animal Farm by George Orwell will be made into a movie too~ *prays hysterically* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna catch tons of movies... hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, night peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116628737535193382?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116628737535193382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116628737535193382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116628737535193382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116628737535193382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116581770353710234</id><published>2006-12-11T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:15:03.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gastrits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My heart couldn't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not eating... I wanna get GASTRITIS... oks... i know i'm sounding stupid or watever... wanting to get gastritis... haha... but at least the pain stops me from thinking of other things... so, in a way it feels good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being weak here, using pain as a relieve... but i just wanna escape from the reality... oh, watever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat met Benjamin outside DXO, drink and watch a match, Man U vs Man City... and wow!!! Man U won!!! *SCREAMS* 3-1... *JUMPS* wahahaha... =) so exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks... i've decided not to get gastritis... mayb bleeding sounds like a better choice...? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116581770353710234?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116581770353710234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116581770353710234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116581770353710234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116581770353710234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/gastrits.html' title='gastrits'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116559692861264765</id><published>2006-12-09T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:55:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i mean a thing to u?</title><content type='html'>If love's already gone, it's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to blogging... the songs below describe exactly how i am feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'m missing you&lt;br /&gt;Girl even though you're right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately it seems&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us is growing too wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But baby sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You're just saying the words&lt;br /&gt;If you've got somethin' to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Let it be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll make it easy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could take us back in time&lt;br /&gt;But it's gone too far now we can't rewind (And there's nothing that I can do&lt;br /&gt;To stop me losin' you)&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you change your mind (If your heart's not in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要的不是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么能忘 时间多长&lt;br /&gt;你快乐吗 想代替你回答&lt;br /&gt;你知道吗 走了好远&lt;br /&gt;我才能去面对&lt;br /&gt;这份牵挂 沉默伤悲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要的不是我&lt;br /&gt;心碎的失去轮廓&lt;br /&gt;曾经给你的感动&lt;br /&gt;只是情绪的波动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能给的不是我&lt;br /&gt;放任你沉溺自由&lt;br /&gt;掩饰不了我的笨拙&lt;br /&gt;就连说话都会颤抖&lt;br /&gt;我被遗忘在&lt;br /&gt;你遗忘的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么能忘 时间多长&lt;br /&gt;你快乐吗 想代替你回答&lt;br /&gt;你知道吗 走了好远&lt;br /&gt;我才能去面对&lt;br /&gt;这份牵挂 沉默伤悲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要的不是我&lt;br /&gt;心碎的失去轮廓&lt;br /&gt;曾经给你的感动&lt;br /&gt;只是情绪的波动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能给的不是我&lt;br /&gt;放任你沉溺自由&lt;br /&gt;掩饰不了我的笨拙&lt;br /&gt;就连说话都会颤抖&lt;br /&gt;我被遗忘在&lt;br /&gt;你遗忘的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要的不是我&lt;br /&gt;心碎的失去轮廓&lt;br /&gt;曾经给你的感动&lt;br /&gt;只是情绪的波动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能给的不是我&lt;br /&gt;放任你沉溺自由&lt;br /&gt;掩饰不了我的笨拙&lt;br /&gt;就连说话都会颤抖&lt;br /&gt;我被遗忘在&lt;br /&gt;你遗忘的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我被遗忘在 你遗忘的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna feel a thing anymore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please stop all these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not at least make me emotionaless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else turn my heart into a stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116559692861264765?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116559692861264765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116559692861264765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116559692861264765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116559692861264765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-i-mean-thing-to-u.html' title='do i mean a thing to u?'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116555078638487091</id><published>2006-12-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:06:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging in class</title><content type='html'>you had a hold on me right from the start, a grip so tight i couldnt tear it apart... my nerves all jumpin actin like a fool, your kisses might burn but my heart stays cool... - Fire by Babyface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's VID today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one was paying attention or doing work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither am i doing both... i know i'm gonna regret ltr on... for not doing my work in the class.. but knowing myself, i will regret not doing my work in the class... hahaha... watsoever... hmmm... gonna chiong all my work this weekend... haha... must jia you alrdy... den holiday will be a period of slacking away like nobody's businesses... hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recounting the events that happened today morning... it's really, OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, overslept on the bus... wells, wat else is new... i woke up to find myself at bukit panjang interchange... oh yes, bukit panjang interchange... *cheers!!! rounds of applause for PH please* watevers... with my bag, laptop, camera and tripod stand, the things are freaking heavy... made a decision... i went to flag a cab down and told the uncle DISTINCTLY NGEE ANN POLY and knowing me, i slept on the cab... i woke up when the uncle asked me which block I wanna alight and to my greatest shock, i'm at my destination - no? NANYANG POLY!!! OMG!!!! one is at clementi and the other at yio chu kang lors... and i told the uncle the full name of the school and not the abbreviation... what the hell... arghz... *screams* den i told him, "Uncle, i wanna go NGEE ANN POLY, not NANYANG POLY." den the uncle replied, " NGEE ANN POLY... orh... the one at clementi huh?" OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! *drumrolls... bangs head* oh watever~ i wanna pully my hair out!!! gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached school, finally, but late... hahahahaha... must really kick the habit of sleeping in vehicles... the top of my new year resolution list... haha... try not to fall asleep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm one big sleepy head... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, cant change the fact that i am indeed one... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Wprld of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116555078638487091?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116555078638487091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116555078638487091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116555078638487091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116555078638487091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogging-in-class.html' title='blogging in class'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116550519028270295</id><published>2006-12-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:26:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting the feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trying hard not to feel... but you've melted me anyways... i'm falling for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my dearest wife~ hope you've enjoyed yourself today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking tired today... had a couple of hours of sleep last night... We threw a party for my darling laopo in class... haha... i hoped that you really enjoy yourself... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised one thing... gastritis acting up... i only just rmbed that i had a slice of cake which lasted throughout the day... oh wells... i've just forgotten to eat... yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, today's a pretty special day... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116550519028270295?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116550519028270295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116550519028270295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happens today... oh wells... watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetson:&lt;br /&gt;hope that you have seen the doc and please dont play bball for the time being... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth better to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116542212900419139?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116542212900419139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116542212900419139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116542212900419139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116542212900419139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116532683403807944</id><published>2006-12-05T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:57:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the same old me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't make me fall unless you are there to catch me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true huh...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ComT today was like, waste of my time... i sat there, watching trailers and bleach... nth better to do... and gosh, so tired today... didnt get enuff sleep last night...  haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the usual people for lunch at canteen 1 - Laopo, Zhen Sheng, Cassidy, Benjamin and Castalos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you got that right... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASTALOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was as usual, a noisy and funny affair... the most amazing thing happened today... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castalos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *omg* actually spoke up for me because of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... can you &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; it...? i mean, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASTALOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lei... wells, i think the sun rises from the west today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic, after the most amazing thing happened, me and ZS went back to class to do SSS while theres went for IS... met Ore and Kenneth, chatted for a while before heading back to class... done a lil' work and after tt i went over to disturb Jetson... hope your right shoulder will be alright soon... sry... haha... nth better to do... wells, and i slept at the incubation room... tired marhs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun today... aand i hope there's more to come... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see ya peeps again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116532683403807944?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116532683403807944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116532683403807944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116532683403807944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116532683403807944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-to-same-old-me.html' title='back to the same old me'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116521911914398590</id><published>2006-12-04T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:58:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆</title><content type='html'>如果时间能倒流，我会选择回到我们初遇的那一天，选择不喜欢上你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把手中的线放开，任你随风飘，还给你属于你的自由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就去找属于你的幸福，而我，还是会好好过的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不会难过，因为能成劲遇见你，是属于我最美丽的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不后悔当初喜欢上你，因为逼近是你让我动了心，我选择喜欢上你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我再次回到过去的生活里，就只有篮球，跳舞和音乐的陪伴，围绕着我的世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们就到此为止。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆中的你，再见了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116521911914398590?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116521911914398590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116521911914398590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116521911914398590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116521911914398590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_04.html' title='回忆'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116516027398190726</id><published>2006-12-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:37:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>很想说</title><content type='html'>我不在乎你有没有看到我的存在，我只在乎今天的你过得好不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this phrase is so true huh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人，是个复杂的动物。我们都只会追求得不到的东西，忽列了站再身旁的人。往往总是等到失去了，才懂得珍惜。到了那个时后，一切都已太迟了。后来才觉悟，后悔都已经来不及了。&lt;br /&gt;人，只要是得不到的动西，就会把它当成幸福的标志，而所在身边以眼前的东西就变成了无所谓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何人，总是那么的自私，那么的自大，那么的不懂得珍惜眼前的每件东西，那么的难以满足？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何人，就是不懂得心满意足？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;～＊～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们，一定要因为想要保护自己，而去伤害身边的人吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;～＊～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何我是那个总是被保护的人？而因为这样，保护我的人就因此受到伤害。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;～＊～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有好多好多的问题。总是回答不完的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love each other or perish - Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116516027398190726?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116516027398190726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116516027398190726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116516027398190726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116516027398190726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='很想说'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116513177734585943</id><published>2006-12-03T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:44:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words from the bottom of my heart</title><content type='html'>不知如何是好。 有好多话想说。 心里感觉很差。不知该从哪儿说起才好。我不说出口是怕你会哭，宁愿自己一个人痛苦，也不希望让你流泪。这么做只是为了不想让你看见我的难过，而因为我的难过让你哭泣。我只能在此对你说声“对不起。” 宁愿让你看见我的快乐，也不想让你看见我的难过。我只想让你知道你是我最在乎的一个很要好的朋友。因为如此，我不希望让你因为我而受到伤害。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也知道，我想说的话，我就会说出口。不想对任何人说的话，我是什么都不会说，宁愿保持沉默。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想自己承担所有的一切，我相信我自己可以。所以就请你别担心。如果我想逃避，因为我撑不下，就请你让我随心所欲，原谅我的任性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116513177734585943?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116513177734585943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116513177734585943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116513177734585943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116513177734585943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/words-from-bottom-of-my-heart.html' title='words from the bottom of my heart'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116507764185877085</id><published>2006-12-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:40:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wife</title><content type='html'>this post is dedicated to my dearest darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing you the way i do, it's not because i find u irritating... i choose not to tell you anything or replying you because i know that u might cry if u know what happened... let me be if i dont reply you or answer your calls because i just want to be alone with all my problems... i would rather spend and share happy times with you than to let u be my listening ear... you need ppl to protect you and i just hope to be the one to do that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really want to know, it's just that everything is happening at the same time, so fast that i felt suffocated, i just wanna run away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116507764185877085?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116507764185877085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116507764185877085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116507764185877085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116507764185877085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/wife.html' title='wife'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116507653032686335</id><published>2006-12-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:41:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jetson</title><content type='html'>i couldnt stop laughing today... mr giraffe, your laughter is contagious... cant stop laughing and -_-"' - ing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went vivo, walk walk see see before we head over to Plaza for a show, A Battle of Wit, by andy lau... fell asleep larhs... find it like, too naggy... haha... people like me shldnt watch this show... =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun today... managed to escape from everything today... all the credits should go to Giraffe... thanks for your company... if not i think i'll be stoning by the riverside... hope your shoulder is not aching anymore... sry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally let go... and it's a good feeling... a big load off my shoulders... felt so relieved... like the saying goes, "na de qi, jiu gai fan de xia"... one should be able to, or rather, learn to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to Giraffe - special thanks for today... i nvr con you horx... and jia you for your projects!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116507653032686335?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116507653032686335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116507653032686335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116507653032686335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116507653032686335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/jetson.html' title='jetson'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116496487142259589</id><published>2006-12-01T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:21:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs1</title><content type='html'>as i listened to one boy, one gal by Collin Raye, my favourite singer... a realisation dawned on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who's waiting, be it for whatever reason... i dont wanna waste my time ever again... waiting for something close to impossible to happen... and the irony of it, i've always believe in the impossible - impossible was never in my dictionary... until now, i just found out that this word actually exists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna spend another 4 years waiting for someone again... once is enough... it dont have to happen twice... i'm tired of it... sick of it... i wanna stop for a rest... to breakdown for a while... just for a breather... and i'll be alrite again... back to the same old me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to go on waiting... it's such a stupid decision... knowing that this type of things can never happen, and yet i choose to wait alone... enough is enough... i've wasted too much tym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories that were once so dear&lt;br /&gt;now bccomes a pool of tears&lt;br /&gt;the fading scent of yours remains&lt;br /&gt;lingerng in the depth of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories which i held close&lt;br /&gt;i have to let them go&lt;br /&gt;they belong to me no more&lt;br /&gt;they've found somebody elses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116496487142259589?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116496487142259589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116496487142259589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116496487142259589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116496487142259589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/songs1.html' title='songs1'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116494440785372435</id><published>2006-12-01T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:40:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs</title><content type='html'>i'm not missing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just lying to myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i missing u so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being so weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116494440785372435?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116494440785372435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116494440785372435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116494440785372435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116494440785372435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/12/songs.html' title='songs'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116481338375577378</id><published>2006-11-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:33:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song in</title><content type='html'>he just dunno wat to say... how to take the initative...  nor to take care of himself... and still ask me where am i going... i relpied with "to go home and rest early"... do you know how much you mean to me... my heart hurts when i see u hurting... falling... sick of the feeling... and worse, i am still missing you... yet u're still there drinking the cold fruit juice, laughing happily away... and then to top it off, you thought that there was no one looking... you did not see the shadow behind you... i have so much to tell you... i just to pass the message to you... the feeling is unbearable... it's like a virus has gotten to me... i'd rather be the one to protect you than the one who's being protected... to me, who's sick of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells... if you cat understand the above, then too bad... it might sounds nonsensical, but there's smth inside.. haha... happy guessing... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116481338375577378?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116481338375577378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116481338375577378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116481338375577378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116481338375577378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-in.html' title='song in'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116478450669785605</id><published>2006-11-29T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:48:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song again</title><content type='html'>Memories - by PH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both lost the magical feeling&lt;br /&gt;The magical feeling called love&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that was once so dear&lt;br /&gt;Everything now becomes so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From lovers to strangers&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts grew ocean apart&lt;br /&gt;That day you told me&lt;br /&gt;Let us break apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Yours, still intact&lt;br /&gt;You left a hole there&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the words&lt;br /&gt;You once said&lt;br /&gt;You will never leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;alone in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promises you've made&lt;br /&gt;Left me filling with euphoria&lt;br /&gt;I never knew everything good&lt;br /&gt;Must come to an end one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you left me&lt;br /&gt;Standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;You told me to become stronger&lt;br /&gt;As you will not be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not there to catch me&lt;br /&gt;When i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Not there to wipe away the tears&lt;br /&gt;With the gentleness of your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me so abruptly &lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't think&lt;br /&gt;You left me standing dazed&lt;br /&gt;I could not even breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only left me with&lt;br /&gt;All the memories we've shared&lt;br /&gt;I sat upon the grassy ground reminisce&lt;br /&gt;Taking a trip down the memory lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116478450669785605?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116478450669785605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116478450669785605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116478450669785605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116478450669785605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-again.html' title='song again'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116473406237091728</id><published>2006-11-29T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:49:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how is song</title><content type='html'>wonder how is he today... who am i to him anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars are shinning brightly in the velvet sky... and i wondered if you are staring up into the same blanket of star filled sky right now... even though we livedin different locations, i feel that i'm living because of you... i dun wish to see you in agony and feeling unwell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not the type of gurl you want.. but i wont transform myself into the type of gurl which you like and want because that wont be me anymore... i will lose my sanity if i do that just because i want you... i wont an i dont want to do that... it'll only be an empty shell when it's all over... i wont be the same anymore... i just want to be myself... my true self... someone who i am really are, and not someone who u want me to be... i wont change because of anybody... because, i know... it's tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116473406237091728?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116473406237091728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116473406237091728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116473406237091728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116473406237091728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-is-song.html' title='how is song'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116468290043073010</id><published>2006-11-28T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:47:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing song</title><content type='html'>all of a sudden, my heart aches for him... however, i made a promise, and i shall stand by those words... no matter how hard, i will fulfil wat i've said... it doesnt matter... even though it does, i wont show it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to jetson last night on msn, abt him and some stuffs... felt so much relieved now and the load is off my shoulders... a big thank you, jet... hahaz... n i'll continue to spam your tagboard... wheee... he's a nice guy... dun get angry with me for spamming n disturbing him... really glad to get to know you... haha... i promise i wont disturb you so often kays... haha... jiayou on your projects! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a free gurl... flying in the air on the wings of freedom... escaping from the reality of the cruel world into a world of surrealism where everything is so magical... i'll never believe in love at first sight... true, love may be a magical thing and it takes your breath away, but at the same time, love suffocates you till you have no room to breath... true love do exist, i believe... but do it stay long...? just like Fate, love comes and goes as it please, you can never ever catch it unless it wants to be caught by you... so contradicting, the irony of it... love causes heartbreaks but yet people yearn for it... people do not want to get hurt, they wanted to be loved... and yet they got hurt by love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blimey... its getting complicated... love and stuffs... well, we all are complicated beings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stopping here... take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116468290043073010?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116468290043073010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116468290043073010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116468290043073010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116468290043073010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-song.html' title='missing song'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116455379656635825</id><published>2006-11-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:09:56.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song2</title><content type='html'>nvr see him ytd nor today... disappointing larhs... but, anyways, there's a lot of things tt happened ytd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after AGM, i went off and go drinking with benjamin.... afterwhich go down to cpy find ppl... and went tonning with laopo... got to know 2 new fren, namely Aaron and Qi Feng... i'm not gonna mention events tt happened after tt... haha... too lazy to type... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laopo!!! really... i dont mind sharing you with benedict larhs... hmmm... Qi Feng oso not bad... you can consider him larhs... i dont mind sharing you wit Qi Feng either... haha... do let me know your decision oks...????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to go ant further... shall stop here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, take care guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116455379656635825?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116455379656635825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116455379656635825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116455379656635825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116455379656635825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/song2.html' title='song2'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116434455737457592</id><published>2006-11-24T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:02:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>i'm just bored.. bored = blogging during lesson = not doing any work = last minute tonning to do work = shag.... the logic of PH's... haha... oh wells... there's nth much these days... just sch, work and wasting time away... tt's my life... pretty pathetic... this is a place where i unleash all my feelings... so ya, dun bother reading in case it irritates u in some ways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish... tt's one word to describe me...? freaking pathetic...!!! i've been promoted... from fishball to sotong ball... tt's smth to celebrate huh... ya... let's go buy some hard liqour and get drunk... haha... i wont do tt.. tt's freaking childish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss him so... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116434455737457592?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116434455737457592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116434455737457592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116434455737457592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116434455737457592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-116420782704152010</id><published>2006-11-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:56:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of my heart</title><content type='html'>i saw him today again... fire, the very song of my heart... and i miss him so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World of my own~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-116420782704152010?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/116420782704152010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=116420782704152010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116420782704152010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/116420782704152010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-of-my-heart.html' title='song of my heart'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-115989110520441102</id><published>2006-10-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:58:25.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Him and her, the world so beautifully staged up for him and her. In a slow and yet swift movement... He reached out his hands, heart pumping as though tomorrow never comes. "May i noe ur name?" gently speaking like the wind blowing pass the window panes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her giggle filled his mind... "One step closer and i wont care if there's rain or shine..."&lt;br /&gt;His smile bring her trust... "The one so need for us to start..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stared into those gentle eyes of hers, a force so great he has never know before, pulled him into the depth of her eyes... Slowly and leaning over, their lips met and time stood still... for a while it seemed to him that several sunny days had passed... whistles broke through the crowd when they surfaced from the kiss... she sood there blushing and he fell in love with her even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by blissfully... Before they knew it, graduation day came and went... He was going to Cambridge and she, to Oxford... each knew that they would be seperated one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for me"... he said to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gentle eyes filled up with tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with credits to alvan, i continued th story to here... thanks a lot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-115989110520441102?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/115989110520441102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=115989110520441102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/115989110520441102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/115989110520441102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/10/him-and-her-world-so-beautifully.html' title=''/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-115971755499035334</id><published>2006-10-01T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:47:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat is love</title><content type='html'>He agreed to sing. A song so beautiful that it will cause her to melt into his arms, two becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there, on mountain high, staring up towards the blanket of stars, waiting for the music to be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, hestitating and deliberately, he turned her around to face him. Reaching for her face only to find it smeared with delicate rivers running from the sorrowful eyes down to her angelic pointed chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew right from the moment their eyes met, in the busy corridor where students rushed to their next classes, that she was the girl he was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there, shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the old Victorian windows, a glow as innocence as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, she smiled, and they both knew right away. This was the moment they have been waiting for all their lives. For a moment, time just stood still and the whole world revolved around him and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~World of my own~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-115971755499035334?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/115971755499035334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=115971755499035334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/115971755499035334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/115971755499035334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/10/wat-is-love.html' title='wat is love'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-115642556838260318</id><published>2006-08-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:19:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nra</title><content type='html'>it's been months since i've last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for production!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life = sch + dance + work + fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ dancing through the night ~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World of my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-115642556838260318?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/115642556838260318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=115642556838260318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/115642556838260318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/115642556838260318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/08/nra.html' title='nra'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-114546420962131355</id><published>2006-04-20T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:30:09.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ict</title><content type='html'>back from ICT camp... KOROX the alliance!!! i'm so proud to be 1 of them!!! and i love my GLs - Tintin, quack, joey and kenneth!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 DO EXTREMA camp was o fun... last nite of camp was tonning... wah... so fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the boys' bunk to ton... 04-04... at first there were only 6 ppl, me and the guys.. den after tt tintin joined in and the number grows... the campers, GLs and GMs all came to04-04!!! the tonning room... haha... so fun... matthew, tintin and i shared two sleeping bags... the two of them very evil lor... my sleeping bag lei... den the other sleeping bag dunno belong to who... piangz... tell ghost stories till so sian tt the three of us fell aslp... air-con so cold lor... cuddled up all tgt... after tt wake up again... haha... we didn really slp... just nearly went into lalaland... haha... we tonned tilllike 7 in the morn before really slp... woke up at 8... sleep for 1 hr nia... hae to push matthew off me ad wake him up... liew... he heavy lor... haha... but he oso very poor thing la... was slping in the middle of me and tintin... tin!!! thx for ur jacket... haha... poor GL... his jacket sia... i wore it thruout the camp... cold lor... haha... but he's hot!!! man... i think tt matthew and tintin not human... the room was freezing cold and they r still not cold... luckily i slept next to matthew... he's warm... so not tt cold after all since i've got tin's jacket... haha... joel takan 1 GL... haha... tt GL snore so damn loud lor... we were luffing till piangz... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll stop here... nitz ppl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-114546420962131355?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/114546420962131355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=114546420962131355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114546420962131355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114546420962131355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/04/ict.html' title='ict'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-114449629678881482</id><published>2006-04-08T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:38:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianz</title><content type='html'>back from work... liew... slamming siah... finishing at 6 and i had my break at 5 pm... coolness... wat the heck... so many ppl today... busy busy busy... now no more energy... phew... heeheez... tmr not working so can stay up late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering whether or not to go to MOS with DY and Co... after debating, decided not... probably be going to my step-cousin's pub instead or else to MM... wah... tried my step-cousin's newly invented drink called BLUE-ICE... i christianed tt drink... damn hot after drinking... dunno wat he mixed inside but the colour is a very nice shade of blue... think got vodka and wadever the heck... HJ refused to tell me the recipe... sian lorx... fine... just fine... haha... dunno if he intends to put the drink up or not... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so tired... but refused to slp yet... the night is still young... will be coming in of age in 1 more year and WHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can go high, wild and party!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cYaZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-114449629678881482?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/114449629678881482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=114449629678881482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114449629678881482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114449629678881482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/04/sianz.html' title='sianz'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-114391439558937399</id><published>2006-04-02T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:59:55.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from pub</title><content type='html'>wow... hey guys, i'm back... haha.... back from gwc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked mid-shift today... okie la... nth much to talk abt work lor... went to have fun straight after work with my cousins... we went to riverside indonesia rst for dinner... the food is yummy... got lotsa nice food there... eat till cant walk properly... haha... still manage to drag myself off to the fountain to play before heading to MOS... took some pix there... next tym den upload... now feeling rather lazy... hahaz... went for ice-age2 the melt-down after MOS... the show is super funny and rather stupid... for those who have not watched the show yet, go and watch it when u have the tym... I had a great tym laughing... too bad u wasnt there, jason... haha... u missed out the good food and the fun... must go for the next outing hor... i dun care... gonna pull you outta ur hse someday... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering if i shld go to sentosa tmr before working... johan ong, mike, eric and uncle jack they all are going... long tym nvr go sentosa le... haha... go there have fun...? i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling rather active...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think you guys must be in bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-114391439558937399?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/114391439558937399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=114391439558937399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114391439558937399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114391439558937399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-pub.html' title='back from pub'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-114191871616509494</id><published>2006-03-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:38:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juz bored</title><content type='html'>... I think that this is just plain stupid... dunno wat to blog... nobody that i can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with at my outlet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yawns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-114191871616509494?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/114191871616509494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=114191871616509494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114191871616509494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114191871616509494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/03/juz-bored.html' title='juz bored'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499204.post-114028164843864219</id><published>2006-02-19T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:54:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>blogging at this unearthy tym... well... tt's me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jing today wif amanda... omg... jing becomes much more &lt;em&gt;"man-ly"&lt;/em&gt; since the last tym i saw her... i'm positive that if this continues, i'm gonna fall for her... haha... okie la... i still think that underneath her &lt;em&gt;butch-ish&lt;/em&gt; looks, she's still a gurl at heart... i love you gurl... you ROX!!! den after tt jq... man... felt like a total outsider... a big big gooseberry... SiAnZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the Pink Panther with jan and mus... hahaz... tt show is funny, stupid and lame... nice... i luffed till my side aches... great wayto forget your troubles... there was a loud round of applause when the movie finishes... that goes to show how popular the movie is... so whoever have not watch Pink Panther yet, i strongly recommand that you guys should watch it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... of all the days... tmr tanjong pagar cc is having a lion dance performance... and i cant go cuz i'm working.... to make things worse, my association is participating too... &lt;em&gt;*groans*&lt;/em&gt; sorry guys for not being able to make it tmr... but i'm sure among all the lion dance troops, Chin Woo Athletics Association's lion dance troop will be the best... You guys have my support!!!!  must jia you... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give 'em and show 'em wat we've got!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12 plus and i'm not feelin' sleepy... still full of energy and tmr i still have got to work... &lt;em&gt;fantastic... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my other half so much that i'm goin crazy just thinking of her... on the bright side, fel is working tmr too!!! think we're gonna paint the town red tmr after working... whee... cant wait for tmr to come!!! creating havoc in the lego shop... why not? &lt;em&gt;there's nothing we both cant do when we're together cuz we're one of a kind!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawns*&lt;/em&gt; yea, i'm &lt;em&gt;yawning&lt;/em&gt; but i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; tired&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;(cYnZ's logic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite peeps... &lt;em&gt;*muacks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ World of my own ~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7499204-114028164843864219?l=bball711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/feeds/114028164843864219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7499204&amp;postID=114028164843864219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114028164843864219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7499204/posts/default/114028164843864219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bball711.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>MatchGirlWear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06794698399148631105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
