<?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-1764769865737708019</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:19:59.479+08:00</updated><category term='Band'/><category term='Random'/><category term='D:'/><category term=':D'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Going-on 16</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://if-inle.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, just when  I finally sorted thorugh the background prob for firefox.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-788012991072800791?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/788012991072800791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=788012991072800791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/788012991072800791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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provide company when at the end of the day, you make me feel like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the &lt;u&gt;obsession&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it and get around it.&lt;br /&gt;Else, what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You once empathise that I'm kinda being used.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're doing the exact same things to me..&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-273724904797262359?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/273724904797262359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=273724904797262359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you, I will, but I won't dirty my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dare play around with my friend, you get it from all of us.&lt;br /&gt;YOU IDIOT AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're pathetic, disgusting and a JERK.&lt;br /&gt;EEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A PERVERT.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY A PERVERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMYGOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;You totally suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess around with girls and act like you're innocent..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-52026239425921072?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/52026239425921072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=52026239425921072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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long-ish email to people whom I think care enough to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm okay today, thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have their own problems yet they still took the time to stop and listen (read) mine.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, over the years, the avenuess for me to talk to (friends) are getting lesser and lesser.&lt;br /&gt;But, I feel that it's a filtering system in a way..&lt;br /&gt;Only the best out of the lot stays.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they are normally the ones who do not cause me grieve but stand faithfully by me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4983533387154739670?l=just-15.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-1764769865737708019.post-5630503874308463682</id><published>2009-05-10T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:00:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>突然累了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you're my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;You WERE my good friend for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it was all based on assumptions and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you really meant it by saying those things either.&lt;br /&gt;You have new priorities already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5630503874308463682?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5630503874308463682/comments/default' 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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-1764769865737708019.post-6295460233906638419</id><published>2009-05-07T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:10:34.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak.</title><content type='html'>OKAY, gonna relink people, so links will be down till don't know when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two tngs, I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt very weak and stressed and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; till the end, I find I can only blame myself..&lt;br /&gt;Like, why wasn't I stronger?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I sprained my leg?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I hung on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's 4 blisters on my palms and I afraid of infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please bestow me with strength and inner motivation to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I feel that I'm a jigsaw piece of my own.&lt;br /&gt;With edges jutting out which just can't seem to fit anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try to squeeze..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6295460233906638419?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6295460233906638419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6295460233906638419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6295460233906638419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6295460233906638419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/05/weak.html' title='Weak.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7062750314348779825</id><published>2009-05-01T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:59:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ranting.</title><content type='html'>SOMETIMES, I JUST SIMPLY CANNOT STAND &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GUYS WHO ARE SO PETTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wonder why is he so girly-like!&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, this particular guy is not sissy or what, he is just but a normal guy, but just petty and narrowed minded.&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHY AM I SO ULTI FED UP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy needed me to do some stuffs (i.e I shan't say to make it too obvious..but it may be birthday cards for all you know.)&lt;br /&gt;I did 2, without much obvious or evident gratitude from him though supposedly he was in charge of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, the 3rd I did, I kept forgetting to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he got pissed with me and stopped talking to me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he didn't informed or mentioned anything to me when he asked someone else to do it. ('cause I think he decided I can't be trusted anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously fine with not doing.&lt;br /&gt;IT SAVE MY TIME.&lt;br /&gt;BUT can HE have some coutesy to tell me about someone else doing it?&lt;br /&gt;RUDE OR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no respect at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I simply couldn't stand was, when I did it and pass to him ON TIME, he didn't seem grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I DIDN"T, for one ocassion, HE treated it like some event that should be rewarded with a death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In teh first place, if he can't do such stuffs, &lt;u&gt; DON'T &lt;/u&gt; take up the role.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; till now, the current GIRL who is doing the stuffs (not me) is not properly thanked yet.&lt;br /&gt;From what I know, when people mentioned this task, all credit goes to him.&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHAT I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY, &lt;u&gt;HE&lt;/u&gt; fall into a particular project group as me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SENDING EMAILS, I just found out this is what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decided to send an email and sent it to b, c, HIM, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, HE decides to reply an email and send it to a, b and c.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me how crap this is.&lt;br /&gt;This is DEFINITELY the &lt;u&gt;LAST STRAW&lt;/u&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GLADY REFUSE TO TALK TO HIM SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a GUY be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY NON-SENSICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY BE SUFFERING FROM PMS.&lt;br /&gt;THIS FACT DOES NOT REDUCE MY ANGER THOUGH IT MAY HAVE CAUSED MY IRRATIONALITY WHICH CAUSED ME TO POST THIS UNHAPPY EVENT HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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through the night.&lt;br /&gt;But who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone (including me) is like that.&lt;br /&gt;We only try to squeeze time out when we realise the consequences is dire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really miss the classroom I had last time.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means sleeping in class with WeiLun beside me, whiling time away.&lt;br /&gt;Or just tying two ponytails in class to make people laugh, with no one judging my actions.&lt;br /&gt;Or just simple embarass myself in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming and running about in an environment I know so well.&lt;br /&gt;Passing a big can of HELLOPANDA around the griup of us to it when it doesn't belong to us but Kenneth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back to find WeeKiat and Keith sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Starting the trend to not hand in work.&lt;br /&gt;Starting the trend to not go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying my crazy mickey mouse bag in school.&lt;br /&gt;Playing volleyball with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to school early every morning to meet LU and PAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being teased as the CG of the class room by NguanHan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss meeting Eugene and whosoever in the walkway.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Cai Lao Shi and the times I sneaked up behind her and scare the shit out of her.&lt;br /&gt;Miss her trying to get howework from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mr Chin and his animated expression.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mrs Joseph with her hairy thing which she throws around in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss signing in (and out) at the thumbprint system.&lt;br /&gt;Miss so much, so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Feeding like the only one stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking home.&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout that, 30 minutes and I'm sure to reach home..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like HC.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand hur?&lt;br /&gt;I don't also..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2588678306142881827?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2588678306142881827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2588678306142881827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2588678306142881827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2588678306142881827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/04/songs-in-life.html' title='Songs in life.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-5505570542960414664</id><published>2009-04-28T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:13:54.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerity</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder how sincere people are.&lt;br /&gt;You can feed me all the promises, but you leave them hanging there.&lt;br /&gt;Do you seriously expect me to be contented with empty words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to feel that way lei..&lt;br /&gt;Like all suspecting and wary of actions done and words spoken.&lt;br /&gt;But I come to think that your treatment towards me change..No longer than nice and sensitive and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is paranoia bothering me or is that really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like it when people patronise me..&lt;br /&gt;Like telling me you're free one minute while the next telling me you have appointments.&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Huang Chen is over.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm glad I'm quite free now!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting NguanHan, WeeKiat, Brain and co. this THURSDAY!&lt;br /&gt;SUPERLY OVERJOYED.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go swimming with them lei!&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, Friday's timetable shifted to Thursday...WHICH MEANT I'M ONLY RELEASED AT FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH x 1000 ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONGYIJIA. JIAYOU FOR SYF.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 months have been lovely with you around..&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the best thing that happened to me since I entered HC is to find myself a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is ironic in its turns and corner.&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have expected that I would ever be this close and crazy with you since knowing you in Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT HAVING ANY REGRETS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK!&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou jiayou jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I was used.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if it was because I make myself so readily available that you think nothing to push me aside.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I regret doing all I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, sometimes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5505570542960414664?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5505570542960414664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5505570542960414664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5505570542960414664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5505570542960414664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/04/sincerity.html' title='Sincerity'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2871061897447028825</id><published>2009-04-18T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:13:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitments.</title><content type='html'>HOKAY! I'm back once again after quite a few days.&lt;br /&gt;School is seriously sapping my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I only attended 3 out of 5 days .&lt;br /&gt;Hee, cause it's canoe NATIONALS.&lt;br /&gt;An really proud of my seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully HCANOE '10 (US! US!) will do well next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had post competition dinner with teachers, coach and seniors, and GRAND seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Quite cool, shokudo at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;I really think that my team has a lot of nice people!&lt;br /&gt;It's good 'cause it's inevitable that I'll see them 7 days a week when nearing competition next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST STAY COMMITTED!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently at HCI high school hall (aka Kah Kee Hall) for Huang Chen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lil' guilty to say I'm praying for it to end fast.&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's really taking up a lot of time..&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing canoe trainings for it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;But! I feel that I'm wasting a lot of time waiting and doing unproductive stuff so I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I know waiting is part and parcel of theatrics but it just seriously sucks when you need to allocate things for all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND when you had no time to meet people you miss.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have to say that the feelow students who do make up as me for the particulat skit are a fun lot.&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL, I hope MAY quickly come!&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll have more time for myself and friends!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;*ANTICIPATION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's just commitment and responsibility carrying me on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; school work is slipping!&lt;br /&gt;Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. WORSE!&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG IS SLIPPING.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it's kind of daunting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that happen to me, for everyone that I meet everyday in my life, I wonder whether you the reader know.&lt;br /&gt;It was much easier last time 'cause I know whoever and whatever I'm writing about, you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now..it's kind of hard.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the intersection point of the venn diagream is getting smaller and smaller.&lt;br /&gt;The common areas of of life is shrinking..&lt;br /&gt;But, again, what can we do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really regret coming into HwaChong.&lt;br /&gt;But I really, really, really think that the situation would be much better if lu and pat got into the same school as me..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop being whiny and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really think that I'm a pervert attractor.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I almost/was peeped when I was bathing in school.&lt;br /&gt;To what extent I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;But when I told someone, she keep telling me the horrros of it that it is dawning on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys with raging hormone but no access to girls in daily lives are a scary lot.&lt;br /&gt;STAY AWAY FROM THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean..it's ridiculous to go into a girls toilet, stepped onto a toilet bowl and peer over the wall, into a bathing facilities ya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope is that if he really peeped, he did not have the mind to use a camera/phone..&lt;br /&gt;My life is too exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I think I'm losing the knack to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;RUSTING AWAY~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA, just a random fact, I've been having diarrhea for 3.5 days since tuesday night le..&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously holy shit hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being away, I clearly know who I want and need in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are especially missed in comparison to other.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; some, though met more often, still need to be seen mnore frequently.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this tells you the importance of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some matters of heart is just not so easily explained hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*F..I typed a lot..BUT IT'S ALL GONE.&lt;br /&gt;ALL GONE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2871061897447028825?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2871061897447028825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2871061897447028825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2871061897447028825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2871061897447028825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/04/commitments.html' title='Commitments.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-5655357361671902146</id><published>2009-04-13T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:53:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The different ways..</title><content type='html'>For all kinds of things, under different nature, we use different approaches..&lt;br /&gt;AGREE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is for friendships, normally we hope they last as long as ever and will never ever fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know?&lt;br /&gt;For  some other kinds of friendship, is best to step out of it, and remember it at its best.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drag and finally see its worst before you chopped it off 'cause by then all pleasantries would be marred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you pray that people around you will change.&lt;br /&gt;But again, acceptance is cool ya?&lt;br /&gt;Some things just cannot be change, so rather than be flustered and irritated by it, might as well leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the line and distinction become unclear, and I no longer know where you stand in my life, I no longer try to find the answer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, memories serve best in the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I wonder why one can make all around him/her to be so taken with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;The world is unfair and not all can see from your view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's just simply no point in claiming that you're right 'cause you'll seem like the fool.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, physical distance is just not the point.&lt;br /&gt;I can be so close to someone yet feel so far emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;While other are just so close to my heart though I haven't met them in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss .. YOU!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5655357361671902146?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5655357361671902146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5655357361671902146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5655357361671902146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5655357361671902146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/04/different-ways.html' title='The different ways..'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4012563451317708848</id><published>2009-04-03T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:57:58.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting too packed.</title><content type='html'>I can't even celebrate my darling's birthday on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;I say shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I lost a friend, I guess...without her even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy, busy, busy!&lt;br /&gt;Monday-saturday all choked with CCAs..&lt;br /&gt;And this sunday might not even have abreak for me.&lt;br /&gt;WTf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4012563451317708848?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4012563451317708848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4012563451317708848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4012563451317708848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4012563451317708848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-getting-too-packed.html' title='It&apos;s getting too packed.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1312362403687613785</id><published>2009-03-22T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:26:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what..</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to that school.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I survive the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many kind sould there.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sometimes still wish for more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lost my drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1312362403687613785?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1312362403687613785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1312362403687613785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1312362403687613785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1312362403687613785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what.html' title='Guess what..'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6072069231146300620</id><published>2009-03-12T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:50:19.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, baby.</title><content type='html'>I'm utterly sorry for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's been so very very long since I've even come online.&lt;br /&gt;So it's not like I'm trying to cut off my contacts or what.&lt;br /&gt;But well, sorry aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel a little terrible, having to lead a double life - weekdays for HwaChong and weekends for BP.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to be free.&lt;br /&gt;But I only have this limited amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to people adjusting themselves to my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;But well, sigh, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I sprained my ankle on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Quite terrible, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;It's still pretty swollen now that I just removed my smelly bandage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being dependent, relying and uncapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being the weakest, and slowest.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm competitive but I just don't want to be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, sometimes I feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;It's a super pathetic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a personal expectation of myself not to trouble others too badly.&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, everyone have their weak moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry to say, I realised, this period is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel as though there's nothing for me to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I felt like this.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps since secondary 1 after the friendship crisis never have I felt so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you were just a phone call/sms away.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself never to expect that.&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, I was just used to it.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the notion that I'm not as strong as I am.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be, I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I felt like squatting in the middle of the streets to wail.&lt;br /&gt;I don't what came over me.&lt;br /&gt;PMS perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sprained ankle made me feel ulti pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;It's really very very xin ku to walk anywhere yourself and everybody staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;But I pride myself on my independence.&lt;br /&gt;What the f.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last saturday, I realise life is not a piece of beautiful cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I WANT?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies was never the top most priority.&lt;br /&gt;Friends were one of the top.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm screwing that part of my life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I still have 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 months worth of drifting from all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is why I don't post.&lt;br /&gt;'cause 9 out of 10 my post will turn out to be shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know who to turn to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"It's not as glamorous as it all seems."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got envied 'cause I entered HwaChong.&lt;br /&gt;I got "wow-ed".&lt;br /&gt;I got everything I could possibly want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's  less than satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself losing myself more and more.&lt;br /&gt;And worse, I feel that I'm losing everyone of you more and more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6072069231146300620?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6072069231146300620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6072069231146300620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6072069231146300620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6072069231146300620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathe-baby.html' title='Breathe, baby.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-8298940337429712460</id><published>2009-02-24T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:17:32.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The leap.</title><content type='html'>EH, do your know what I just realised?&lt;br /&gt;The difference between Secondary life and College life is "tmd" different aka VERY VERY VERY different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, "tmd" is needed to describe the extent and magnitude of DIFFERENCE felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workload has tripled.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not the workload in sec3/4 BUT THE PEAK PERIOD BEFORE Os.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4H2s vs 10 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Don't joke with me.&lt;br /&gt;It seems easy, but it's..SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK IS PILING.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; seriously, I'm redefining busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like last time at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everyone is telling me how stress they are.&lt;br /&gt;(i.e. WeiLi, NguanHan and YiJia..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, best wishes..&lt;br /&gt;I feel like fainting so I can don't go school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(Tactic to avoid doing tutorials.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is day TWO of the week.&lt;br /&gt;(You know you always get the bone-tired week on Fridays?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like 2 weeks of Fridays have passed by and it's only day TWO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSERVERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8298940337429712460?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8298940337429712460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=8298940337429712460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8298940337429712460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8298940337429712460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/leap.html' title='The leap.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7565134173288789617</id><published>2009-02-23T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:27:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyped up.</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's see..On Thursday I had CT dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I felt that I talked more to YiJia than the amount I talked to teh rest of the class..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Friday I felt rather down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still not very alert in the morning but what shocked me was seeing WeiLi walking towards the bus, standing just a few feet away, waving to me through the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, in the background I saw 10+ bpians waving back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt intense regret.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to throw myself into HwaChong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I forgo all sense of familiarity?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I give up the chance to be part of the WuZhong clan at NJ.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I felt that HwaChong is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;The kindness..woah, it makes my senses reel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, what done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekends, I met up with all the lovelies- NguanHan, Brian, WeiLi and etcs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALL READY FOR ONE MORE WEEK WITHOUT MY USUAL FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyweek is like this , if my bp friends don't forget me, I'll be able to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the smiles and laughters on yesterday's afternoon would I be able to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of a glance of the supportive faces around me would I have the energy to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks OTY for meeting me today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for just being there.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you choose a different route from me don't makes you any lesser than any other friend I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks LU and PAT 'cause you're are so nice that I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like school more and more.&lt;br /&gt;'cause of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even when the odds are against me, I will still perservere.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still need my weekly doses of BPIANS.&lt;br /&gt;OMYHOLYSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just confirmed the fact that they are friends that'll stick by me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get very busy.&lt;br /&gt;I might not use the computer daily.&lt;br /&gt;But well, if you are my good friend, please just call/sms my number.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like you to.&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, just because, YOU remembered to find me when you felt sad, I know I matter.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I update, 'cause I wanna thank you.&lt;br /&gt;You make me realise that I'm still important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;两人份的笑容:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7565134173288789617?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7565134173288789617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7565134173288789617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7565134173288789617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7565134173288789617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/hyped-up.html' title='Hyped up.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2968925072602490135</id><published>2009-02-15T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:40:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positivity.</title><content type='html'>I JUST REALISED!!&lt;br /&gt;ALL my post recently are too negative.&lt;br /&gt;NONONO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS CAN'T BE ME YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE WHILE CRYING!&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of lameshit is this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WELL.&lt;br /&gt;BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL TRY TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE...I AM TOH JIA LE.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2968925072602490135?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2968925072602490135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2968925072602490135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2968925072602490135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2968925072602490135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/positivity.html' title='Positivity.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6475313187131247340</id><published>2009-02-15T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:33:13.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel happy for M.E.</title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MET UP WITH 3 PEOPLE I LOVED DEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;OMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Like..FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dearest LIMYIANLU, PATRINAGOH and WUZHIYING.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school start we've met up so little..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I still remembered what I said, somehow all 3(PAT, LU and ME) of us would go our ways seperately.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore we kept assuming Lu and Pat would somehow end up in teh same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I'm sure we'll still be like the best best best friends.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally school is gonna start officially.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have this weird lil' confession to make: I'm very sick of orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the stabbility and solitude I once had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna adjust quick and get into the swing of College life.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lessons to begin, cca to start.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be released earlier than 6pm daily.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to meet up with friends, to go back to BPGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my school is unknown in HwaChong..But really, I love it alot.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the facilities are not as good as HC.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I miss the people, the teachers, the familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once take pride in being to adapt quick to new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, I'm struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, singing all those songs of HwaChong, I felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;I miss BP.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Though the songs are meant for HC, the lyrics of true friendship led me to think about BP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my dearest and fondest memories reside there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being that loud aroudn with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being so darn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so cynical to the extent that I'm wary of being myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, if you want me to count my blessings, I will say: I'm 100% thankful that YiJia got into the same class as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we were never as close as now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; really, when I was in the deepest point last week, she was there, telling me she would back me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thankyou, Ong Ting Yan for remembering to call me after my orientation on Friday to ask how I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very fine, but don't worry, I will still be the Jia Le you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself, I will not morph myself to suit certain culture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being obstinate or anything, I just wanna be myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get involve in girls politics.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose myself while trying to fit into a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will be okay..", "It will get better.."..&lt;br /&gt;So many people told me these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once the most optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be beaten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I will be, I will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GO BACK TO BPGHS THIS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the people and the environment I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; the worst is..I can't even tell my family that I'm not exactly happy in HC..&lt;br /&gt;Because they always felt that's the best school I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got pestered for 2 years for not getting into nyghs..&lt;br /&gt;But frankly, I can't be much more happier in BP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just assumed I'm good and fine in school..when all is not that fine..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO..&lt;br /&gt;I will survive man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6475313187131247340?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6475313187131247340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6475313187131247340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6475313187131247340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6475313187131247340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/feel-happy-for-me.html' title='Feel happy for M.E.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1620613841172755</id><published>2009-02-14T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:34:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice-less.</title><content type='html'>OMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, me- the one who needs to talk constantly, LOST HER VOICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally sucks to be croaking just like an ugly toad.&lt;br /&gt;GRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it even before teh campfire..due to being too heaty, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tmr I have tuition..HOW AM I GONNA TEACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;HAND SIGNS..which ONLY WeiLi can understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPFIRE ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL..is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;(But well, it can't possibly get worse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASS (09s7h) is also getting better.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather scared of the girls..(You know..girl-phobia due to some incident..)&lt;br /&gt;The guys are sweet la!&lt;br /&gt;They're very nice to teh girls cos it was vday!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANOE was fun today.&lt;br /&gt;WOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with: NguanHan, Keith, WeiLi, Edrei, ChzeKian, JianZhong and Brian at...Brian's house!&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I fell sleep on Brian's couch.&lt;br /&gt;OMG LA..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even realise it when NH, K and JZ went home.&lt;br /&gt;o.o!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU EVERYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1620613841172755?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1620613841172755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1620613841172755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1620613841172755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1620613841172755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/voice-less.html' title='Voice-less.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-8343227855276428082</id><published>2009-02-12T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:47:03.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to meet up with you all.</title><content type='html'>LIM YIAN LU.&lt;br /&gt;PATRINA GOH.&lt;br /&gt;WU ZHIYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are desperately needed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is: I can't help feeling affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself I need to survive, but it's only working to a small extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I only know you guys are the ones who accepted me for who I am..but yet, are no longer there in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who allowed me to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;Who put up with my grumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do not, and will never hate me for my craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 9 school days, and I feel like crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell myself:&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't care, 'cause they suck.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know how it feels to be thrown into a place where everyone knows everyone.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know how overwhelming it feels to step into such a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;To enter somewhere with a culture so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the need to deal with friends politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know how bloody ridiculous they sound to judge someone when it's not even been a month.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even really know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-day's coming.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8343227855276428082?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8343227855276428082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=8343227855276428082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8343227855276428082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8343227855276428082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-meet-up-with-you-all.html' title='I want to meet up with you all.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-3000509473165425919</id><published>2009-02-09T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:02:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativity.</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling too good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fight the war by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Will I just die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck to be me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-3000509473165425919?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/3000509473165425919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=3000509473165425919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3000509473165425919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3000509473165425919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/negativity.html' title='Negativity.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-8513160170973271511</id><published>2009-02-07T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:45:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scram.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've seen two people doing the exact same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I feel like screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;It totally, totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come running only when you need something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8513160170973271511?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8513160170973271511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=8513160170973271511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8513160170973271511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8513160170973271511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/scram.html' title='Scram.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-381800435186631536</id><published>2009-02-04T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:38:49.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmZCAaCshI/AAAAAAAABLA/bIlDz5PFxBc/s1600-h/Dec+274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQh-Yrn2I/AAAAAAAABIY/i-jK7QCetmc/s400/Dec+177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298925349934702434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQh-YWbWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kcIZDvE5o44/s1600-h/Dec+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQh-YWbWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kcIZDvE5o44/s400/Dec+164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298925349933313378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQhq0m2yI/AAAAAAAABII/1zA9yf4xBkk/s1600-h/Dec+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQhq0m2yI/AAAAAAAABII/1zA9yf4xBkk/s400/Dec+156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298925344683121442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQhQ1Y7dI/AAAAAAAABIA/Ebpd8POS4f0/s1600-h/Dec+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmQhQ1Y7dI/AAAAAAAABIA/Ebpd8POS4f0/s400/Dec+155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298925337707081170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say how much I love everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sometimes inevitabvle that some of us will drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;But let's all knwo that deep in our hearts, all are dear to us and we will make the effort to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you, the ones reading this now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-381800435186631536?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/381800435186631536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=381800435186631536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/381800435186631536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/381800435186631536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-of-beauty.html' title='Pictures of Beauty.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYmZCAaCshI/AAAAAAAABLA/bIlDz5PFxBc/s72-c/Dec+274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-579278609614305780</id><published>2009-02-03T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:29:40.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HwaChong.</title><content type='html'>Well well, I guess I should update you guys about my stuff recently!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also to note to myself something which is really an important chapter in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into HwaChongInstituition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elated, overjoyed, nervous and so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERWHELMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really scary to be the minority of 200+ with the IP population standing at 900+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fit in?&lt;br /&gt;It seems such an impossible thought.&lt;br /&gt;What's more with our maroon skirts standing out in a sea of...brown.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit I'm having a MUCH better time there as compared to my BP peers.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, flashes of fear and unease still catch me uinguarded when everyone seems to know everyone while you...feel so alone in a population of 1142.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy but tired.&lt;br /&gt;My orientation group really really madce my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with HwaChong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small fish i might be, but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are so gentleman though childish at times.&lt;br /&gt;Girls are a good bunch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OG really made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I'LL FIT RIGHT IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DO EVERYONE AT YOR SCHOOL K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-579278609614305780?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/579278609614305780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=579278609614305780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/579278609614305780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/579278609614305780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/02/hwachong.html' title='HwaChong.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7779021078805720020</id><published>2009-01-30T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:37:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know who I am..</title><content type='html'>I AM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M.I.G.H.T.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show you my powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA LEH MA LEH HOM!&lt;br /&gt;MIGHTINESS, MIGHTINESS,&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYHpH-kZRRI/AAAAAAAABH4/R_LcaNns9Yg/s1600-h/ST830554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296770960028419346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYHpH-kZRRI/AAAAAAAABH4/R_LcaNns9Yg/s400/ST830554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. TOLD. YOU. SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7779021078805720020?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7779021078805720020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7779021078805720020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7779021078805720020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7779021078805720020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-who-i-am.html' title='I know who I am..'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SYHpH-kZRRI/AAAAAAAABH4/R_LcaNns9Yg/s72-c/ST830554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2620208491985116865</id><published>2009-01-19T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:19:00.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear.</title><content type='html'>Went for movie with Brian, NguanHan and WeeKiat.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at first decided to be some police show which late become the thriller - The haunting of Molly Hartley.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Brian's house to Mj afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with NH and WK at BPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I realised..the time with them is getting less and less.&lt;br /&gt;How..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, there are classmates and schoolmates which I don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;But, how I wish everything would stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;I would and will endure all the nonsenses put up by those whose company I don't enjoy just to see the smiles of those who I like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past years, despite the relentless (but harmless and friendly)teasings from some; the disagreements and arguments...I enjoyed myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to m.o.v.e-On.&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I feel scared and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2620208491985116865?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2620208491985116865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2620208491985116865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2620208491985116865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2620208491985116865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html' title='Fear.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1742305336346134215</id><published>2009-01-18T12:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:20:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new in the old.</title><content type='html'>First:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SXKvNnllaGI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc9RjkAMP_U/s1600-h/JAE-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292485160613537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SXKvNnllaGI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc9RjkAMP_U/s400/JAE-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there goes the JAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason why I'm not posting regularly it's because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this period, I'm resigned to being a reader rather than a writer.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, okay, not resigned to, but preference changes.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bookworm since..primary school, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this love and passion has yet to fade.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is the few points speaks for themselves. With that, it's goodbye for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain, if fate allows, I'll fall right into the tunnel with load of red little hearts floating all around.&lt;br /&gt;It seems reachable, but it's not within grasp; just mere inches from the fingers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will I make of the future two years?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see it as the beginning to an end, or an end of a beginning, it's really a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Every end is the beginning of something, how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to see it as, the beginning of the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I really will miss a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish we would still be in the same school..But, no longer, no longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1742305336346134215?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1742305336346134215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1742305336346134215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1742305336346134215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1742305336346134215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-in-old.html' title='The new in the old.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SXKvNnllaGI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc9RjkAMP_U/s72-c/JAE-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-524119233191985046</id><published>2009-01-13T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:03:05.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a dream.</title><content type='html'>Long time sinced I updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger events recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. WeiLun's birthday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the lot of us, always coming up with crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S e v e n t e e n sounds so darn old.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, let's hope he'll be fine and alive for the year.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. 01 chalet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I will miss this class a lot when I enter the new school - X JC.&lt;br /&gt;No, you do not need to remind me, I know..'cause I've been to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we did nothing except - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping till it's 4-6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving in to sleep at 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..For 4 days and 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a blessing indeed to be posted to this class at the beginning of the 4-year climb.&lt;br /&gt;They've certainly seen me at my worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit, I'm not exactly very close to the entire class but truly, I would be elated anyday to catch them walking along the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not be the FLY babes, ZW or WL (those closer to me in 01), but I'll still love to greet them, beaming cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.ZhengWei's birthday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's another cute boy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;TATA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, you're old and I'm still as youthful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEER-UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.WeiLi's birthday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIRK.&lt;br /&gt;Your actual age is sneaking up to the age you look, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE MORE OPTIMISTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.Realease of O level results.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't nervous about the results 'cause I'll accept it as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret when it doesn't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm satisfied and happy over my results aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 distinctions - 6 A1s and 3 A2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1s:&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;AMaths&lt;br /&gt;EMaths&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities (Lit/SS)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2s:&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;HMT (t.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;..B3..FOR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The B is expected.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; L1R5 stands at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to hear people around me being proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the A1 in English made my day though I was rather confident about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It can be noted that the much appreciated sciences all didn't managed to gat an A1. *&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question to self is: Why in the hell did I take THREE sciences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Zhiying for treating MOF.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.T1 chalet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be heading over there SOON...Like in 2 hours time and I haven't even pack..&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm very tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-524119233191985046?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/524119233191985046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4923236480148442732</id><published>2009-01-02T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:37:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by step..</title><content type='html'>Went back for the march back from the TeckWhye campus to the new campus.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, didn't regret at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther went too!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of heart warming to know that so many of the bp alumni were willing to go back for such an event.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the band and I missed the days while I was in it.&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that the logistic committee seems to have broken into bits and pieces so helped out a lil'..FREE LABOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MOF with Esther, Patrina, YianLu and ZhengWei.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Patrina off to work with LuLu and ZW while Esther went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Self reminder: Chalet's coming!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, went to ZW's house with Lu.&lt;br /&gt;She went home while I'm here tapping on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked and he's gonna bake now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fetch Pat from work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;..WeiLun's in for a surprise later.&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So ends a normal day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;(This is what you get with me posting daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let's all set our priorities right yo!&lt;br /&gt;What's important and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money vs Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it hurts to see friends getting so worked up over money..to the extent that they sacrifice their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you WeiLi.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've yet to thank you sincerely for giving up a good job opportunity just because WeeKiat and I whined about you not spending time with us.&lt;br /&gt;( For you information, this cool guy is offered a job till Chinese New Year's eve, $6/h AND THERE'S COMMISSION!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually accepted..but 'cause it was kinda late when I know.&lt;br /&gt;WeeKiat and I just keep whining about him lying that he'll be free in January and kept pestering him with the question - "Money or friend?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I was still very surprised when he told us the next day that he would be withdrawing his acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my dear dear friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's a friend that's worth keeping k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know I'm much more important than MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love E, P and Y.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though we're back to our secondary 1 days..only with us more close and bonded and much more mature.&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4923236480148442732?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4923236480148442732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4923236480148442732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4923236480148442732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4923236480148442732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2009/01/step-by-step.html' title='Step by step..'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6710903597483104067</id><published>2009-01-01T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:40:12.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome.</title><content type='html'>Okay, firstly, say a big and fat hello to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;To some of us, it may simply be another dull, dull year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I dare say that to another bunch of people, it's a year of big events.&lt;br /&gt;Well, coming right up wuld be the posting of O level's result and of course, new school, new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;2008 has practically zoommed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Zhiying is right.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's fast 'cause I practically did the same ol' thing every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was slogging for band.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was study and mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; suddenly, I find myself looking at a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how life would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be exactly sweet, but lo and behold, I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Esther Cheong.&lt;br /&gt;You're back on Singapore ground.&lt;br /&gt;It's been two long years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad we went to surprise it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been worth the while.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Thanks Z, for driving despite being tired.&lt;br /&gt;Such a darling!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think, we don't cherish till we're really losing things.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say we're tired.&lt;br /&gt;We say we're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;But, we're just preparing for regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I wish to say.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish is not just a word and it can't be accomplish with just words.&lt;br /&gt;A C T I O N S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of empty promises and meaningless words.&lt;br /&gt;Glib.&lt;br /&gt;I say you're just glib.&lt;br /&gt;Words and speech are really nothing to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see.&lt;br /&gt;I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are r.e.a.l.l.y around me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell people how important certain people are in my life but again, there's not much point in yelling out in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think, the heart does get tired of waiting and despite all still gets second.&lt;br /&gt;The tirade got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even with the words "give it up" floating in the back of our mind, we still don't.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are obstinate and we hang on even if there's just this tiny string of hope.&lt;br /&gt;We know we may fall or the string can't support the weight of our expectations yet, we hung on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our heart, we want it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our brain, we know it.&lt;br /&gt;We should give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a chore and a choice.&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid that once we give up, the next second things will copme back, and we'll regert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's always easy to say when you're not involved.&lt;br /&gt;However, only the one involved will feel the tug-o-war of the brain and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just all come out unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey robber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll always be times when we are unsure of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;As though we are so small that we could just squeeze and squeeze and can just disappear..without anyone caring or knowing.&lt;br /&gt;As though our existance were futile and that we aren't making enough impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna say, even though both our paths in life may be different I would ensure that the roads intersect at times.&lt;br /&gt;Because...just because, you are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I may not be the person you wish for currently, but I will try my very best to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever belittle yourself 'cause your impact is much more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6710903597483104067?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6710903597483104067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-769579014388613983</id><published>2008-12-31T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:58:19.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the year.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm well aware that I should chage my blog name..But well, eveyr youthful yo!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this last moment of the year, I should indeed reflect on what I have and who are the best people I should have around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no order of preference (Well, maybe a lil')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrina:&lt;br /&gt;(Just so she's behind me now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;(She's hitting me now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cutest, nicest, most gentle girl"-quoted from her, as said 3 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;(She's hitting me doubly and tickling me now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, moreover, it can be noted that her English suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I want to say to the girl who is resting her chin on my head currently that thanks a lot for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 5 years, it has really been a wild roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;Our first major fight happened before one year of friendship..&lt;br /&gt;Two hot-headed girls..My, my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in secondary 1 and so..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, someway and another, it's kind of fated that we'll become friends even without the aid of Esther hur.&lt;br /&gt;With some icky and whiny girl who was assigned to sit beside me during the recess break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this year hasn't been too sweet for ya, with you drifting away from us during the band competition period.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, you've changed to become so much more demure.&lt;br /&gt;Though it puzzles me over the extent in which you have morphed, I wanna say I'm still very, very proud of everything you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the promises we made to ourselves durint the walk from BPP to Lot 1 today, cheers.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who I always talk to about my dreams and aspirations, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year !&lt;br /&gt;Keep your promises yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YianLu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that we couldn't come to terms when we first met, but I'm real glad that we're so sweet now.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is one of the things that I'm truly grateful to band for - strenthening our bonds as we were so reliant on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the short friendship, i've come to really treasure you.&lt;br /&gt;Many might say that you're too quiet and not 'high' (Indeed you're short :p) but I d beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the ethusiasm is always reserved for the ones who are truly close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and perhaps, you're one of the few who are so immune to my craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Patrina is a nigu, sometimes only you can understand how I FELT, so yea, thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my view on issues sometimes differ from yours, I appreciate a lot on how you try to understand and give me advices.&lt;br /&gt;It's really warming to know that there's someone on Earth for me to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point, I would like to say that I take back above all words to Patrina 'cause she's really a nuisance right now. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being one who always support me on my views.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year yea!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on and on and be the best of friends we were..of course, excluding Patrina.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiying:&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for loaning me your house, room and pc for me to type on now, and chuckling like a pervert beside Pat and I.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello idiot, firstly, please stop play acting on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But well, my tag board is flooded wth you and RJ whom I have come to dislike very much due to her twittish nature.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite you being an idiot, you're still very dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm so noble !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yeapps, even though I have to admit reluctantly that you're kind of wise, I thank you for being a listening ear when I felt very lost throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;Always giving me the feeling that I'm important and that I could find you whenever I need you, I'm very touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your encouragments does spur me on.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, it may be your rocky year, so jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy in whatever you do, and don't sacrifice yourself for other.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's your way in life, but it irks me a lot when I see people taking advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never tell you how amaze I am by our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot, life will be different without you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;I predict next yer will be a big year.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TingYan:&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe, it's been kind of long since we last meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sweet in your own ways and I hope it remains there though there's always a time when one change.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now is the time for you tofind a place in which you sits comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever roleyou choose to take in life, I hope that you'll do the best you c an in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept all changes you make the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, for you, it may be daunting to step into a whole new environment.&lt;br /&gt;But please, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be so easily swayed by others.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, do it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me whenever you need me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XinFang:&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps, ups and downs, ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Through this all, hopefully f.l.y will last the test of time and so many other obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, faith sometimes loses its way in the maze of friendship, however, if we're willing to find, I believe we can guide it out to the safe hands of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for being there when I tried to find a place in the world, objecting frantically to the fact that I am but just a speck of dust in te world.&lt;br /&gt;However, at times, I do feel I am so much more because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for sticking by.&lt;br /&gt;It'd a soothing thought to know that I have graduated from Bukit Panjang with friends that I would probably keep in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera:&lt;br /&gt;Yo spastic.&lt;br /&gt;10 years and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, you're the few friends I still meet up with regularly from bpps.&lt;br /&gt;OMYGOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess both of us have changed so much but somehow, the friendship remains the same we had 8 to 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's indeed reassuring to knwo that VeraSoh has grown up with me though I disagree that she's good company.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please take care of yourself k?&lt;br /&gt;I hope to meet up with you in future aye?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiLi:&lt;br /&gt;Ooooi! Ha, you emo-boy.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE K?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too bothered about people who can't acept you 'cause you have people who accepts you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahaha, you're one strange ass.&lt;br /&gt;But's that's just how cool you are.&lt;br /&gt;Weird that WeeKiat you and I could get along so well.&lt;br /&gt;But well, life's interesting in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;Though we have our on and off periods, and we 3 are always so busy with our own stuff, but it's always relaxing and refreshing to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Walkin and talking, I realise that you're like me too.&lt;br /&gt;One who wonders and ponders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be at your best always.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Wei:&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey yo yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for never failing to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;You're thoughtful and I'm glad to have you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my sountless times of snappings at you but I do know that you do put in effort for my sake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..stay cheerful la!&lt;br /&gt;So you can continue to brighten me days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiLun:&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether you'll still be here reading, but well, thanks alot for enduring all my nonsenses throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I have pms, so it's hard on you!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much, too much to say.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal:&lt;br /&gt;Hey bitch.&lt;br /&gt;We kept procastinating our date.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;You're cool and that's what I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;Always there for me to chat with whenever we sit near each other.&lt;br /&gt;You make my O level so much happier lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you leg shaking distracted me during the Bio P1, but it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;KEEP IN TOUCH K?&lt;br /&gt;Heppy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finally, Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness you're coming back.&lt;br /&gt;You're in for a big big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will get to see the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and it's a regret that I ain't that close to you when you're leaving Singapore 'cause I didn't gfet a chance to send you off.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I'll be there to receive you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;STay well!&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-769579014388613983?l=just-15.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-1764769865737708019.post-5340366757260161189</id><published>2008-12-26T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:34:15.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long.</title><content type='html'>Shucks, I'm having a headache from sleeping tooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in a super stoning mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the headache's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will update with pictures once I find some time okay.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was made eventful by 3 darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate the durationof 18-22 dec soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this few days, I found myself pondering, do I crave for excitement more or for solitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are a few moments of extreme happiness and thrill more satisfying then a long period of solitude and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll vote for teh solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find myself doubting a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I just can't stop wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people feel the pain/hurt and start to comment only when the event happen on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5340366757260161189?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5340366757260161189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5340366757260161189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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adapted to a life without computer since whenever I reached home, 11pm/12am, my brother would still be using.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, by then, I would not have anymore energy to wait till he finish using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super tired recently.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's due to me being too accomstomed to my own bed hence do not have a good sleep in Malaysia despite it being a 4 star hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always like this.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Even when I go to Patrina's or Z's house to sleep I would sleep BUT awake lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE OF THE BED.&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it feels as though my birthday has passed without it even coming.&lt;br /&gt;Ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 December has been too eventful.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who got yourself involved.&lt;br /&gt;I was doubly touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether you have attended or not (due to ailments/a barbeque) I thank eveyrone a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all parties really brightened up 2008 a lot.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's NguanHan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;May he be more mature, less pervertic, less obsessed with chiobus, and stop befriending me because he want to use me to make pretty female friends.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised photos.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to contact people about what to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The replies are all the same, "Anything", "You decide" and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, meybe except from JiaMing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT TO EAT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间，我发现，身边有好多好多爱我的人。&lt;br /&gt;Despite me being too harsh on them on ocassions, they're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the time and effort to surprise me because I had really thought that I'm always the only one who took the effort to make the birthday guy/girl be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, all teh effort put in has not gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;It really warmed my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6126380775791891429?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6126380775791891429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6126380775791891429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6126380775791891429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6126380775791891429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/riot.html' title='Riot.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-9179636008545990464</id><published>2008-12-17T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:34:01.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Will update tomorrow, hopefully with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha~&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll be busy tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I promise, in the next few days there'll be plently of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for dearest CaiXinFang to dial 9620****.&lt;br /&gt;LA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-9179636008545990464?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/9179636008545990464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=9179636008545990464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/9179636008545990464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/9179636008545990464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-3815232455880357061</id><published>2008-12-15T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:40:04.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes.</title><content type='html'>" Eventually, in the end, we've finally come to accept each other as who we are, and tolerate one another's weakness and appreciate one another's existence in our lives. " - WeiLi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stupid Jiale is finally gone! " - Ulnaiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This jolly well proves that in life, there are ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;There are good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Malaysia later!&lt;br /&gt;In 7 hours time I'll be on board the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, yesterday basically just slacked around.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of people and it's gonna get busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P E A K period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just wanna say, I love you to all people I love&lt;br /&gt;Just finish watching "Love actually".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas it's just so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-3815232455880357061?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/3815232455880357061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=3815232455880357061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3815232455880357061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3815232455880357061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/quotes.html' title='Quotes.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1691757740907248495</id><published>2008-12-13T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:30:41.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left..and right!</title><content type='html'>Hokay, was supposed to meet WeiLi and WeeKiat at 830 for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both WeeKiat and I woke up ultra late!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Made that WeiLi wait alone for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near noon went to Anchorpoint to visit ChzeKian who is working..&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a slack job but it's a lonely one too.&lt;br /&gt;Ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Queensway Shopping Centre and sent WeiLi off to SengKang.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Edrei and him at Vivo and went to the Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to lot 1 for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a short day but I sure enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I can't imagine when we are off swept off on our feet to different schools.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ADDICTED TO A CAR RACING GAME ON WK'S HANDPHONE.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; walked home with WeiLi till he reached his house.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home, I thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are that lucky to be able to participate in two competitions, - A and B - , and you jolly well know that you have absolutely 0% of getting first in A, while you have about 90% of getting a first in B, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I would obviously focus on B.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it may be seen as materialistic but I would ove to argue that why enter a competition when you jolly well know that you'll lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes, it's really not at all rewarding when you're greedy and attempt to get first in both hur.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you won't even get a medal.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise for friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try so hard when you jolly well know that he/she will never appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, they'll sense your effort but sometimes, it doesn't really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll feel touched, or guilty for not being able to reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes, it does no good to be so obstinate and believe that hardwork pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's just a race that no matter how fast you run, there'll always be someone faster.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, t's just a match that already has a winner when it has not even begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is not stated black and clear.&lt;br /&gt;However, go around looking with your heart, and you'll always infd who it those who are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many true to me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But, who am I in your world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aside, THE LULU is back.&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1691757740907248495?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1691757740907248495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1691757740907248495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1691757740907248495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1691757740907248495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/leftand-right.html' title='Left..and right!'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7156480645603218114</id><published>2008-12-13T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:40:30.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit + garbage.</title><content type='html'>HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to watched movie with Amos, Brian, ChongYew, NguanHan and ShaoYang.&lt;br /&gt;Cape no. 7, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know why it became some sort of a basketball outing.&lt;br /&gt;Ha!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazily in love with swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO TELL YOU GUYS, I'M DAMN UNLUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I couldn't find my phone when I was going out to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;2. 187 wouldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 taxis which were empty totally IGNORED me.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I decided to go forward to wait for a cab, 187 came.&lt;br /&gt;5. I forgot to take my goggles out before locking the locker.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I went to open up the locker, I realised I do not have anymore coins anymore.&lt;br /&gt;7. Forgot to bring towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that unlucky today.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming went GEYLANG with Demas, Eugene, Josephine, YuanZhi and ZhengWei.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, went to eat and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the "chou tofu" there.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells super like shit + a bit of garbage.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm not even exagerrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's still kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I pranked three of my darlings - XinFang, TingYan and Z.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people!&lt;br /&gt;But really touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that someone (YuanZhi/Jo) picked up my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all three agreed to help picked it up when it was 12am and the venue was Punggol/Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm a lil' guilty for doing the prank on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that cute TingYan went to inform my mummy and shocked the hell out of her.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna meet up with two long-time-no-chat friends - WeiLi and WeeKiat - for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;SMILES AND GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;I so miss talking and bullshitting to both of them&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;La~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeKiat's gonna go Ubin soon.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Can't even SMS, sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I realise I've a lot of nice friends.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7156480645603218114?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7156480645603218114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7156480645603218114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7156480645603218114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7156480645603218114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit-garbage.html' title='Shit + garbage.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2271230857375341464</id><published>2008-12-11T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:47:53.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNWAY.</title><content type='html'>First, let me share an incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;heyyoyoyoyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;wad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;being friendly leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wonder why he sounds busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;guan han watching porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;REALLY AH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i talk to him he so angry&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;he told me the website too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;NGUAN HAN = BIAN TAI&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;www.xxx.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;www.guanhan.com&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;porn&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;SHOU BU LIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeapps.&lt;br /&gt;That's why he sounds so pissed off when I went to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I MORE INFERIOR THAN PORN.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORN V.S. JIALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.O.&lt;br /&gt;PORN WINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;My mummy, auntie, her daugter (my cousin), her son (my cousin) and I will be going Kuala Lumpur on MONDAY morning.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on Wedensday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I won't be posting on those days!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MISS ME.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULU AND I are like taking turns to go m'sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going sunway lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;heard the viking ship turn 360DEGREES.&lt;br /&gt;MY OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;BLOG INTERVAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;dont work ma&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;money's not important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;then you give me all you have la&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;siao..&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;no money&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;i working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU STILL SAY DUN WORK&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;you work as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;distribute flyers&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;1hr 6 dollars not bad lei&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;really not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;ya la&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;sommore gt girls to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;i only give pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;give that time chen ji touch her hand right?&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;u dirty sia&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;i write my hp on the flyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;cool right&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;imagine she called back&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;den u found out is JIALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIMAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;OH NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;wa lao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;NI MEN HEN HUAI LEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;ngaun han very bad sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;not me lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HMMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;is him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;OH NO&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLOW&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;AMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONONO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh! it would be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;liddat can use jiale get closer to her&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;USE ME.&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;t.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;noob!&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;nguan han sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;tyty&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;SO NGUAN HAN TT'S WHY I'M YOUR DRIEND LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lo&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;go befriends with some chio bu lei&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;duno la&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;joking only la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;u dare meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;jiale is my gd friend&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;jiale's angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Am0s] Super tired says:&lt;br /&gt;u dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;she go niao niao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;DUN HAVE LA&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;I reading some stuff about sunwau lagoon la&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;SHEN JING&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;liddat also angry!&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;jiale knows me best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' but a good time says:&lt;br /&gt;jiale is my gd friend&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;SORRY&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;I NOT YOUR GOOD FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;loL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;BREAK FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm looking forward to Sunway, but I'm afraid that there'll be a super big crowd!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH.&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED SOME SOULS OUT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to find and meet up with people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL BABY IS BACK.&lt;br /&gt;JIALESHOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KON!&lt;br /&gt;KON!&lt;br /&gt;KON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2271230857375341464?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2271230857375341464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2271230857375341464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2271230857375341464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2271230857375341464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunway.html' title='SUNWAY.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4750130999156017406</id><published>2008-12-11T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:28:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zonked.</title><content type='html'>First up, I'm not going to Malacca or Genting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm going to KL's Sunway Lagoon I think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't why they are so .. indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, my sole purpose is just to accompany my mum's since she's not in a pretty mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday's mahjong, NguanHan finally brighten up.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I went swimming afterwards and walked home from Yewtee while sms-ing to various people.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the 2 LWLs - LowWeiLun and LohWeiLi.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&amp; while going home I decided to scare the shit out of WeiLi again so I waited at the bus stop which he will alight.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I succeeded..to some extent as he heard my footsteps so he turned around.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to pinch/hit/beat/wallop him.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did I tell you I have a violent streak?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes being too initiative gets tiring.&lt;br /&gt;'cause all you wants is just to sit back and let others do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do everything FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, everybody expects you to just sort out everything.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But well..What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm gonna be quite busy next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The WLS, both asked me out on Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to agree..but I think I'll be in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YIANLU IS FINALLY G O N E.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaha, hope she'll be safe there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, asking her to be safe in Genting is almost asking her to be safe in her own house.&lt;br /&gt;A lil' redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Genting gives discounts to 'regulars'?&lt;br /&gt;YianLu and family will be sure to get it!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR IS TERRIBLY DRY AFTER ALL THE CHLORINE.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4750130999156017406?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4750130999156017406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4750130999156017406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4750130999156017406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4750130999156017406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/zonked.html' title='Zonked.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7431562361843510019</id><published>2008-12-10T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:06:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late.</title><content type='html'>Eh, yesterday went to help my dad deliver fish again..due to some unforseen cirumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed and rushed to meet Patrina.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy a smurf for WeiLi and headed to VIVO to scare the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he said I am disturbing him.&lt;br /&gt;Win liao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still buy a smurf for him..HMMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Quarantine with Patrina (impromptu) 'cause we were rather sick of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUARNTINE'S ending suck.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover there was this guy beside Patrina that made both of us ultra sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those gross and screeching parts, that idot was laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; his girlfriend was amused by him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another irritant was that he removed his shoe and his feet wearing socks was pointed in Patrina's direction.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then he started mumbliing and explaining the plot to his girlfriend and make certain redundant remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ULTRA ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;Really hate this kind of irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Off to play mahjong with NguanHan, Brian and JianZhong at B's house.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, three noobs (those three) and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to re-teach JZ.&lt;br /&gt;SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATRINA, I HOPED YOU'RE SURVIVING WELL AT YOUR JOB LATER.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Genting soon I think.&lt;br /&gt;LA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7431562361843510019?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7431562361843510019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7431562361843510019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7431562361843510019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7431562361843510019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-late.html' title='A day late.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-5131183338930603803</id><published>2008-12-09T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:35.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big Hoo-ha.</title><content type='html'>'cause I don't like the noise.&lt;br /&gt;However, both parties are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the 6 people really seperating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the expectations are all different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't know what to say, don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is right and what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5131183338930603803?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5131183338930603803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5131183338930603803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5131183338930603803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5131183338930603803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-hoo-ha.html' title='The big Hoo-ha.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2808976386541632206</id><published>2008-12-08T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:57:46.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropppppped.</title><content type='html'>It's very cold.&lt;br /&gt;And the "WHOOOO, WHOOO" ouside very big.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go swimming but was too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Then, wanted to go runninng but it was too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off at that stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm quite a noob.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know today was a public holiday until..very late.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I've successfully lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA~&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with nana tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wanna do now.&lt;br /&gt;t.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the priorities in my life are jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;In a way that I think it's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think I've finally made the right decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2808976386541632206?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2808976386541632206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2808976386541632206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2808976386541632206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2808976386541632206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/dropppppped.html' title='Dropppppped.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2106261242864651516</id><published>2008-12-07T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:02:52.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge.</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I think after that post about pets..I'm haunted by meow-meows and woof-woofs.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know that animal are literate.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there are some really smart ones who could have access to the internet and went around spreading lies about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really a very nice girl so they shouldn't keep freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;After gym with Patrina, I asked her to look at the number of people running in my neighbourhood, and she went, "WAH, there's a dog! So cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE: I asked you to look at the people leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA: My eyes are for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE: Okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY, the dog appeared in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Patrina passed me the track shoes I lent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog came sniffing..TOWARDS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those big stray dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went, "PatriNA~.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignored me and didn't come to my rescue  'cause she's scared too..&lt;br /&gt;Please do remember a minute ago she was still saying it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this showed her love to me which is none.&lt;br /&gt;Throw me with some dog when she knows I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Pffht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Went to deliver fish.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I went to pass the workers their breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, a black cat with eerie green eyes keep meowing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's fat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meows are sound as though the cat was in agony and I was darn freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it pounce on me 'cause of the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSO.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs and cats are around me!&lt;br /&gt;No good.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, the dogs at ECP yesterday were cute.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Ha, got one which looked like BIBI.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULU and I were super amused by it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch out with family.&lt;br /&gt;S w e e t.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it's kinda sad to work the holidays away.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money?&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have time to spend it?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing something wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2106261242864651516?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2106261242864651516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2106261242864651516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2106261242864651516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2106261242864651516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/revenge.html' title='Revenge.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6667982837067138176</id><published>2008-12-06T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:12:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShangHai Boy~</title><content type='html'>&amp; some idiot named LeeNguanHan is back from ShangHai..&lt;br /&gt;He's damn moronic.&lt;br /&gt;Look below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to act like Crayon Shinchan.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/STqIHzHMaQI/AAAAAAAABGw/_8s7qzGhx2o/s1600-h/nh-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/STqIHzHMaQI/AAAAAAAABGw/_8s7qzGhx2o/s400/nh-back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276679580978800898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing is suan me.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6667982837067138176?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6667982837067138176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6667982837067138176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6667982837067138176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6667982837067138176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/shanghai-boy.html' title='ShangHai Boy~'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/STqIHzHMaQI/AAAAAAAABGw/_8s7qzGhx2o/s72-c/nh-back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-47327555913692488</id><published>2008-12-06T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:48:04.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerblading.</title><content type='html'>HEYHEYYOYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went rollerblading with LULU, Vito, sickeningChunHou and ZongLi.&lt;br /&gt;It's duperly weird combination but well..it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of puzzling why we will go rollerblading together.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Waking early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;No energy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contented with my life.&lt;br /&gt;With you/without you, I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you will, with me/without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-47327555913692488?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/47327555913692488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=47327555913692488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/47327555913692488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/47327555913692488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/rollerblading.html' title='Rollerblading.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-5039022804403588413</id><published>2008-12-05T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:57:40.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk down the road.</title><content type='html'>La, today is..a major walking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having a lot of miscommunnications lately.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terribly late for meeting Patrina for that McSpicy.&lt;br /&gt;In case you are interested, my comment would be, I wasted $4.25 for a burger.&lt;br /&gt;It's so not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot for the sake of hot.&lt;br /&gt;Spicy just to burn your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, not to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, my nana got a job le.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;T.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, I like this ultra slack-o lifestyle now, but with Pat at work, I'll be Little Miss Lonely leh. What a sad life I got.&lt;br /&gt;D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pat and me went to gym at ZhengHuaCC..the facilities are l i m i t e d.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's near my house.&lt;br /&gt;(Rolling distance.)&lt;br /&gt;So...so be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going rollerblading with HUMANS.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I want pandas.&lt;br /&gt;I think pandas are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why pandas can't rollerblade?&lt;br /&gt;Cos, the "erblade" will go missing since the pandas will just -roll-.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not very funny but I made an effort!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I chance upon this blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not chanced, but delibrately went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turned green with disgust.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as the McSpicy was darn obstinate, I didn't puke.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..how can girls be so cheap?&lt;br /&gt;Have some pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So desperate weaklings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got on my nerves was, how can one who appear so innocent and sweet have such a disgusting personality.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, people who SEEM nice have only 2 possibilities and I'll re-emphasised.&lt;br /&gt;1. No personality.&lt;br /&gt;2. Good at pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't shock that such personality exist.&lt;br /&gt;Just surprised that how well one can pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aye, make up does fall.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise for a wall.&lt;br /&gt;When the truth appears, it's much more terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, if you see a super attitude girl and a demure girl, most will choose to befriend the demure one.&lt;br /&gt;However, on the second thought, perhaps the attitude girl would be a better choice as there is no pretense hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you realised, your friend is just pretending, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;You just have to be like a fool and act as though nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a fool has his blessing and that's why so many act as fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realised, you have a friend whose personality will never be one you accept.&lt;br /&gt;But, you aren't ready to give up on him yet.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they screws up their life but tells you, you can't judge them.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they say something which they will never fulfil yet you can't retort.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only console oneself and says, "I'll make do with it. He's my friend."&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Burst the bubble.&lt;br /&gt;Or it'll burst by itself...while you're in the mid air..&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that's something you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to self: No one can ever be as nice as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry-s and Forgive-me-s are just words.&lt;br /&gt;I love you-s too.&lt;br /&gt;The difference is whether it comes from the heart or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5039022804403588413?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5039022804403588413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5039022804403588413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5039022804403588413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5039022804403588413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-down-road.html' title='Walk down the road.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-5166847614761433076</id><published>2008-12-05T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:08:39.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed..</title><content type='html'>Went to bake cake with ZhengWei at YuHui's house.&lt;br /&gt;Super ultra failure.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke with a stomachache and had diarrhea..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT THE CAKE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omygosh~ It totally spoilt my plans of going swimming.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay~&lt;br /&gt;I'll go in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, am gonna eat McSpicy with Patrina later!&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa, why am I making such a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've never tried it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sheesh, I sound so noobshit. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat last ate it during her primary school years.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after that. she's going for a job interview!&lt;br /&gt;LA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5166847614761433076?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5166847614761433076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5166847614761433076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5166847614761433076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5166847614761433076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/failed.html' title='Failed..'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6250488566771171828</id><published>2008-12-03T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:53:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;This is two days late.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something very very important.&lt;br /&gt;It kind of slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post on 1 December, telling all of you that..it's World AIDS Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, let's all end the HIV and AIDS prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's start off with the very basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is HIV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's just a virus which will eventually lead to Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS).&lt;br /&gt;Patients with AIDS - last stage of HIV - do not actually die of HIV/AIDS, but rather, normal ailments, e.g. pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;This is because their immune system is greatly impaired by the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in simple, they are the ones at a greater risk of dying than us when all of us are in a group.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this may sound ironic.&lt;br /&gt;But look at how the HIV virus is being transmitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TRANSMISSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood Transfusion - 9000 estimated infections per 10000 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Childbirth - 2500 estimated infections per 10000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needle-sharing injection drug use - 67 estimated infections per 10000 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Percutaneous needle stick - 30 estimated infections per 10000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receptive anal intercourse - 50 estimated infections per 10000 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Insertive anal intercourse - 6.5 estimated infections per 10000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receptive penile-vaginal intercourse - 10 estimated infections per 10000 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Insertive penile-vaginal intercourse - 5 estimated infections per 10000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receptive oral intercourse - 1 estimated infection per 10000 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Insertive oral intercourse - 0.5 estimated infections per 10000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Note: All sexual intercourses are under no usage of condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, nowadays, actual transmission of HIV through blood is greatly reduces due to the stringent regulations of blood donors and transfusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of HIV infections are acquired through unprotected sexual relations. Sexual transmission can occur when infected sexual secretions of one partner come into contact with the genital, oral, or rectal mucous membranes of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct and consistent use of latex condoms reduces the risk of sexual transmission of HIV by about 85%. However, spermicide may actually increase the male to female transmission rate due to inflammation of the vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who give and receive tattoos, piercings, and scarification procedures can also be at risk of infection. So, be ultra careful and certain of sterilisation process while getting your new ear/belly or anywhere piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing to note is HIV has been found at low concentrations in the saliva, tears and urine of infected individuals, but there are no recorded cases of infection by these secretions and the potential risk of transmission is negligible.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there is no need &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;fear being near any people who has contracted HIV / AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Test for HIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, a lot of people who are HIV positive do not know that they are.&lt;br /&gt;The HIV virus could be in a person's body for 10 years till it became AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think, if you think that you could be tested positive, go for a check.&lt;br /&gt;You may wished to avoid the truth or truly not care.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's always better to find out earlier than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cure for HIV/AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps, sadly, there are no cure for HIV / AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;However, in present, there is a kind of drug which is believe to minimise that damage done by the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lives could be prolonged when they go for the HIV check!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIV is NOT the same as AIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- While HIV is the underlying cause of AIDS, not all HIV-positive individuals have AIDS, as HIV can remain in a latent (inactive) state for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is NO cure for HIV/AIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As mentioned above, there is only the drug which minimises the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sexual intercourse with a virgin will NOT cure AIDS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OH MY. I don not know such a myth of having sex with a virgin will cure AIDS exist. Sex with an uninfected virgin does not cure an HIV-infected person, and such contact will expose the uninfected individual to HIV, potentially further spreading the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sexual intercourse with an animal will NOT avoid or cure AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, I didn't know sex between humans and animals is even possible. Nevertheless, similar to the virgin myth, this does not work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AIDS CANNOT be spread through casual contact with an HIV infected individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Therefore, there is not need to fear or be frightened about. Sometimes, it's only our own ignorance being the big baddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AIDS can be spread through ORAL sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OKAY. Confessions, I though that it couldn't be transmitted through oral sex too. :x Though, at a lower risk, it is possible, regardless of the insertive or receptive nature. It is possible when there is contact between semen or vaginal fluid and the mucous membranes of the mouth. The risk of infection from a single encounter is small, but it increases with frequency of activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HIV is not transmitted via mosquitoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Enough said, HIV is not the same as dengue fever or malaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Showering after intercourse will NOT prevent AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't ask me who came up with this stupid notion that showering will reduce the risk. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIV survives for only a short time outside the body..NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HIV can survive at room temperature outside the body for hours if dry (provided that initial concentrations are high), and for weeks if wet (in used syringes/needles). However, the amounts typically present in bodily fluids do not survive nearly as long outside the body - generally no more than a few minutes if dry. Again, the amount of time is longer if wet, especially in syringes/needles and related equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At least one person in Singapore is diagnosed with the HIV virus everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;True Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am a mum of two and was diagnosed in 2002. After I told my brother that I was HIV positive he decided that it was his right to tell my older sister. They don't talk to me much now, except to tell me that they think its wrong. I didn't tell my little sister, so she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have been living away from my family since I was 18 years old. I am now 38. My family (mother, 4 sisters, and 1 brother) cannot accept me for who I am (gay) and having HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home (New Mexico; USA) after being away for sometime; I was in the military and travelled a lot. I did not expect to get HIV. I returned home to be with my family, because I missed them. I wanted love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being HIV positive is a lonely journey when you have no support. No luck when I told my family. They totally told me, I was no longer part of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My foster son, Michael, aged 8, was born HIV positive and diagnosed with AIDS at the age of 8 months. While still not expected to survive into adulthood, he is now a lively, bright, active and charming individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to parents who subsequently, and most unexpectedly, discovered that they were both HIV positive, Michael is one of a small but growing number of children in this country who have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took on Michael as a foster child three and a half years ago after his mother died of AIDS and his father became too ill to look after him. I took him into our family home, in a small village in the South West. At first relations with the local school were wonderful and Michael thrived. Only the head teacher and Michael's personal class assistant knew of his illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone broke confidentiality and told a parent that Michael had AIDS. That parent, of course, told all the others. This caused such panic and hostility that we were forced to move out of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was no longer welcome at the school. Other children were not allowed to play with him - instead they jeered and taunted him cruelly. One day a local mother started screaming at us to keep him away from her children and shouting that he should have been put down at birth. Michael heard her.&lt;br /&gt;Later Michael said, sadly, 'Mummy, why can't I be human like other children?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeapps.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note is that often we think that patients who contracted HIV deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;But actually, there are many other occasions which leave the patients themselves shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have trusted the wrong boyfriend and might not be those who have casual sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about right or wrong actually.&lt;br /&gt;We all make blunders in life, just that they vary in the amplitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad that you are the lucky ones who make the small blunders, while there are people who make drastic mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who gave you the right to be biased against them?&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are the lucky ones in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- People who have read till this point, I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I spent a lot of time on this post.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6250488566771171828?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6250488566771171828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6250488566771171828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6250488566771171828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6250488566771171828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1368060707043393036</id><published>2008-12-03T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:34:37.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons.</title><content type='html'>Heh~&lt;br /&gt;I finally met up with Vera Soh Li Hao today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, walked and caught up with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I sent her to Clementi and finally headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really kinda warming to know that you do have friends who stick by you.&lt;br /&gt;They accepted your changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think, during the secondary years, all of us changes ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to fit in or to be more sociable.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, till now, most of us have already found the identity we are more comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, friends who watch you grow and morph to who you are today and are able to accept what you have become is really worth cherishing.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, simply, they are the ones who do not give up on you despite seeing your ugly side.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Unless you can keep up with the facade for like..10 years?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, don't you think, as you grow older, the possibility of you meeting true friends dwindles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more competition as we grow older, in studies, appearance or guys (girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more innocence and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a ugly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's mourn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heads down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick... ON BIBI.&lt;br /&gt;AH TICK...TICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*60 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;One minute of silence.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Head UP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay~&lt;br /&gt;Point is, when we all grow up, we will meet a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;However, people who fall into the category "friends" will become less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most go under, "Classmates", "Schoolmates", and "Colleagues".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, treasure your pals!&lt;br /&gt;Most probably friends who'll stick by will come from your secondary school/ polytechnics/ junior colleges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm joining NiguNana (Nun Nana) soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm be NiguLele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lelebell though I don't play maple.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YianLu just called me TypoLele.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await my new friend - NiguLulu - on 26 December 2008 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a lunatic...well...I am.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recalled I need to do an important post!&lt;br /&gt;A promise to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends this post!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1368060707043393036?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1368060707043393036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1368060707043393036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1368060707043393036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1368060707043393036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons.html' title='Reasons.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1329425458463938461</id><published>2008-12-02T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:37:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nua (:</title><content type='html'>YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Today Miss Toh Jia Le finally nua-ed at home!&lt;br /&gt;So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I run out of J and K dramas to watch le!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm lazy to search too.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chinatown to KBox with Eugene, HuanGhee and ZhengWei.&lt;br /&gt;ZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scam my money.&lt;br /&gt;20 dollars just flew away.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~!@#$%^&amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met NiguNana as she wanted to shop.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I spent more than her.&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday while delivering fish, I passed by the Home Team Academy aka School for Police.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a lot of people crowding outside the bus stop for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got excited thinking, - "WOW! I get to see so many police officers. Must see got handsome guys or not!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got closer, I realise they're not.&lt;br /&gt;They're just people entering as they got camp.&lt;br /&gt;People like Chai Wee Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ultra disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My handsome police officers...where are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, actually I'm not really wanting to see handsome guys but just wanted to see on the average are the police-to-bes good looking or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the survey didn't work as the target audience were so W R O N G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm spending a lot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently awaiting someone to buy the Creative Zen thingy and for tuition to start.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. Tuition - I need to teach for 1 month before it's payday.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; personal accomplishment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND A TICK ON BIBI (that nana's stupid dog) TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Say thank you, Patrina.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Vera tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Very ultra long since I last since her.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's the longest friend I kept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..for..10 year already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bullied by her during Primary 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;So pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I bully people.&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahhaaha!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, got to go bully people.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1329425458463938461?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1329425458463938461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1329425458463938461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1329425458463938461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1329425458463938461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/nua.html' title='Nua (:'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6030474077288632367</id><published>2008-12-01T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:48:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TingYan.</title><content type='html'>Trip with TingYan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/STNPWn0oLmI/AAAAAAAABGo/TCLkSkG_7ko/s1600-h/ggnll"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/STNPWn0oLmI/AAAAAAAABGo/TCLkSkG_7ko/s400/ggnll" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274646838646419042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it her favourite picture?&lt;br /&gt;It's for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a clue.&lt;br /&gt;This picture's name is called - Gou gou ni lai le.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it explains her joy.&lt;br /&gt;So, yea, if you get it, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;If not, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO CHINATOWN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it! &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to a place, I'll keep on going to it.&lt;br /&gt;First Orchard, now this.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anything.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6030474077288632367?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6030474077288632367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6030474077288632367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6030474077288632367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6030474077288632367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/12/tingyan.html' title='TingYan.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/STNPWn0oLmI/AAAAAAAABGo/TCLkSkG_7ko/s72-c/ggnll' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-296731141409316948</id><published>2008-11-30T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:25:33.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals..pets/slaves/toys?</title><content type='html'>Ha, I went to deliver fish today.&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I passed by a pet training centre and saw a dog being trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy commentted: "This is just like 'gou nu cai'- (tanslation: dog servant/slave) -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps, I come from a family who do not have any pets.&lt;br /&gt;Since young, my interaction with pets is limited 'cause all my relatives do not have pets too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I didn't forge any kind of bonding with animals and am very afraid of them.&lt;br /&gt;Until primary, when I became rather close with a girl who has a black dog.&lt;br /&gt;That was the earliest memory of myself being in direct contact with animals unless you take into account the visits to the zoo and bird park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps, till now, most direct contact is some horny and stupid dog - BIBI of niguNANA.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;This dog..is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometimes I think it's kinda moronic to treat animals better than humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Great, I think the above statements just earned me some rotten eggs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply mean we shouldn't abuse animals.&lt;br /&gt;But there is no need to treat it so nice that you treat it nicer than a human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rather sensitive 'cause my nana love her bibi alot.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went by the training school.&lt;br /&gt;I thought- "Why do owners train their dogs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, we children are sent for schooling to learn a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Communicate, socialise, to find a job more effectively ane etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what about a dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS JUST TRAINED TO LISTEN TO COMMANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, even in this suffocating society, we still had some kind of gap to think freely.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what about the dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit"&lt;br /&gt;It sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up."&lt;br /&gt;It gets up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paw paw"&lt;br /&gt;It raises its paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover the training process involves using treats.&lt;br /&gt;So..now the trainers/owners are using food to get the dogs to do whatever they want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This act can be seen as a form of bribery actually.&lt;br /&gt;They're just using the dogs' gillible and naive nature to manipulate them to do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, when these dogs are trained, these owners will show them off to their friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like using your dog to entertain your guests in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel if your parents ask you to stand by the door and recite some Shakespearen quotes and poems to guests.&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, they'll give you some sweets to shut you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of ludicrous hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, some owners say they love their dogs or just pets 'cause they're cute and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Please hur, does this means your parents only love you 'cause you look decent?&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say dogs are a man's best friend as it is ultra loyal.&lt;br /&gt;..I think these people are just looking for someone/something that'll respond to their becks and calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come"&lt;br /&gt;"Down"&lt;br /&gt;"Sit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I don't see this  as "loving" your pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pray tell me, what is the point of training dogs please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the loving pets more than humans.&lt;br /&gt;For this, I can still understand it to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans kind of suck.&lt;br /&gt;As in, self-centred and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So to find one who'll always accompany you I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;Please think.&lt;br /&gt;You treat your pet as a companion who can listen to you "bitch" about your life.&lt;br /&gt;However, when you want to go out and stuff, you'll just leave them at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be as lonely as hell but you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when you're sad you'll find them again..&lt;br /&gt;But, when they're sad? (Assuming you treat them as humans who have emotions yea?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm a pet, I'll be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People goes to the pet shop and choose me based on whether I &lt;u&gt;LOOK&lt;/u&gt; cute , healthy and active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The life of a pet is indeed very sad I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you, treat your pet at home, as something you love dearly?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think, if one has chosen to take on the responsibility as a pet owner, one should not only think of caring for it in terms of food, shelter and safety.&lt;br /&gt;Most pets owners I see claims that they love their pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some social norms towards pets are really quite ridiculous if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, in their hearts, pets are not better than humans.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-296731141409316948?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/296731141409316948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=296731141409316948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/296731141409316948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/296731141409316948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/animalspetsslavestoys.html' title='Animals..pets/slaves/toys?'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2937926865962980215</id><published>2008-11-30T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:29:13.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some game.</title><content type='html'>Ta~&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TingYan&lt;/span&gt; specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I promised her yesterday I'll do it today.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules &amp;amp; regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names&lt;br /&gt;4) No tagging back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;...not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm born on 22 December so I am actually a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However, the day is somewhat near the changing from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm actually a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course, not yet proven, but I'm confident of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt; and not so a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. I need a cup of coffee everyday unless I do not need to wake up early or study that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little addiction got quite severe during the Os till the point I would get a headache if I don't have my daily dosage of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I chose coffee over Brands' chicken essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. I'm a people-person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interacting with people gets me real high!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll be very tired at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm in a bad mood or have things weighing on my mind, I can't just stay in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; mode when people are around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Unless..that person is the one who irritated me!&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. I'm a crybaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry because I see blood or when I injure myself.&lt;br /&gt;I cry 'cause I'm a ultra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily due to relationships (kinship &amp;amp; friendships) problem as to me, it's the best way to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry when I'm infuriated.&lt;br /&gt;I cry when I'm indignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is just effective to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why many gets nervous when I cry even my good friends though I cry quite often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. I'm a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chou&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lian&lt;/span&gt;" person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that when I'm walking alone or when I'm tired, my face is super fierce.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help that I'm born with a solemn face albeit chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. I won the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;NKF&lt;/span&gt; lucky draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone still remembers the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;NKF&lt;/span&gt; donation card we get each year in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Well, every year my family don't donate much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at primary 6, I just though 10 dollars would be a sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;generosity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know it's the least amount to enter the lucky draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, I won the third prize of $5000.&lt;br /&gt;How funny is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. I once hated my round face, and blame it on my daddy's bad genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it brings joy to other people also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..my face is really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. I didn't dare to tell my mother when I was diagnosed to be myopic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, there's a period I wanted to be myopic so I can wear spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't ask me why, it sounds darn idiotic)&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't get my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, when I didn't want to be myopic anymore, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;struck&lt;/span&gt; me in primary 4.&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't dare to tell mama 'cause she was very fierce and kept on telling me not to become myopic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I dragged on for 1 year, hence it became severe that I have to wear spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. Habit: I don't comb my hair after I shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just used my fingers to arrange for a moment, or even not.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll just walk around the house and do my usual stuff..till it dries and I have to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be the time I comb my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. I have never said "I love you" to my parents before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is not those mushy-mushy type.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my mother told me my dad said this recently, " Even though we don't say 'I love you' to the kids, we show our love through gestures.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother added, "Don't you think very mushy? I love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hahhaahaha&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu, I say them easily to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ironic + moronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;TADA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;OTY&lt;/span&gt;, you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kuans&lt;/span&gt;" who are tagged:&lt;br /&gt;(It appears that many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tio&lt;/span&gt; tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ChunHou&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;HeeYi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ZhengWei&lt;/span&gt; ..Yea, they're tagged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;TingYan&lt;/span&gt;, but they haven't done yet.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LULUMUMU&lt;/span&gt;. (You'll patronise me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt; :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;NANAPAPA&lt;/span&gt;. (I put for fun only, you just dutifully post I'll be very happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ChongYew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;WeiLi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I have no more friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I expect.&lt;br /&gt;Ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friendship is taking a downturn.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy if you wish to lift it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, I'm okay with anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was never placed top, this I know.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2937926865962980215?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2937926865962980215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2937926865962980215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2937926865962980215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2937926865962980215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-game.html' title='Some game.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1859053087571338572</id><published>2008-11-29T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:19:40.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches.</title><content type='html'>Gym-ed was tiring?&lt;br /&gt;Then walked home all the way from cck stadium~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met TingYan and headed to Bugis~&lt;br /&gt;Home early as she went for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having terrible muscle aches now!&lt;br /&gt;T.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, imagine this scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl is together with Boy for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;There's still together but the love isn't really there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl also treats others boys more nicely then Boy, albeit never failing to affirm him of her love when things go awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question is, whether Girl stays with Boy because of love of because it has been 3 years and it's hard to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me pondering as this can be applied to friendships too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are a obstinate lot.&lt;br /&gt;We hold on to things.&lt;br /&gt;Things that may no longer mean anything to us.&lt;br /&gt;Things that &lt;u&gt;were&lt;/u&gt; important to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we tighten and even refuse to loosen our grip.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we can't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're always fighting a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A constant battle with time to see if we will or time wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if we can out beat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we trying to prove to?&lt;br /&gt;Outsiders?&lt;br /&gt;People?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when something expires, it expires.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good will come out of it by ingesting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll only get a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is geninuity versus a pretense caused by the need to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by letting go, will all parties involved be set free.&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love my nanapapa and lulumumu.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be as real as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;1 year but it seemed so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1859053087571338572?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1859053087571338572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1859053087571338572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1859053087571338572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1859053087571338572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/aches.html' title='Aches.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1975555807315495219</id><published>2008-11-28T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:30:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to lose.</title><content type='html'>Hokay, early in teh morning jiale went for a swim by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SUMMARY, I'M TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am.&lt;br /&gt;- Swim at woodlands&lt;br /&gt;- Bathed and back to bp to meet dearest patrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Central at Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;- Shopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Walked to...CHINATOWN's Tian Jing Lou for dimsum buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Patrina is an idiot who orders and cant's finish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Down to This Fashion?&lt;br /&gt;Cheapo people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tried to find OG to show her bags, to no avail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TohJiaLe is a direction idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Bus to Orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walk till I wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: It's Tiger Time.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh sheesh, how long ago was this tagline!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea~&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened on the way to Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we took 190...&lt;br /&gt;This time...there's this noobshit driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WENT THE WRONG ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exited wrongly at Adams road, took a long detour and was finally back on track~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Advertisments about the Central has been going on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to pay it a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still quite empty but we didn't leave empty handed!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're elated over free umbrellasssss~&lt;br /&gt;(Actually not really free, we each spent 50 bucks in exchange for a purple umbrella~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of dimsum now.&lt;br /&gt;As stated some yellow ghostly girl ordered too much and kept telling me she feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to eat more than my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, very sick ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch-cum-dinner dimsum buffet.&lt;br /&gt;OH GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going gym with pat and lu tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, PATRINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what came over her.&lt;br /&gt;She's so excited over exercising recently.&lt;br /&gt;Craze~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna swim~&lt;br /&gt;But swimming suit would still be at wash.&lt;br /&gt;Grah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La.&lt;br /&gt;Actually intended to go out with ong ah yan and cai ah fang after gym.&lt;br /&gt;But tingtingyanyan don't feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C A N C E L L E D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna nua at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sister just gave my promotion coupons.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending alot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm not stopping yet.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY MONEY COME TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of you take that noobshit driver's bus and be dumped at some ulu ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;I was saved by a cool male passenger...albeit not too handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, *sigh and dream look* what can one ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANNA GO WATCH BOLT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, in the middle of the night, we ask the metreo station which area in Singapore is lighting prone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we lie there and look up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST A BOLT.&lt;br /&gt;THEN A BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTNING.&lt;br /&gt;THUNDER.&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTNING.&lt;br /&gt;THUNDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLT.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;BOLT.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe YianLu may even be strike!&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, so many people are not free.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NguanHan is in ShangHai~ singing " Ye shang hai, ye shang hai~~" and looking at pretty China girls.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I guess he miss SiJi and XieNing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, they don't come from ShangHai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where NguanHan will be going next holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIA LU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEKIAT WILL ALSO BE AT CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go watch drama and sleep le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(psst, meaning no sweet dreams but nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahaha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1975555807315495219?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1975555807315495219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1975555807315495219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1975555807315495219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1975555807315495219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-time-to-lose.html' title='No time to lose.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6054901672818766165</id><published>2008-11-27T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:59:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say...MOMMY.</title><content type='html'>Heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit my aunt at the General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;She had some operation on the spine.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds terrible.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, she even needs morphine to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Grah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chinatown with mamamamam.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met second sister.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied her to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say bye to both sister as they going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Home with mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fufilling day, I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;'cause most who went out with me know what's in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point narrating all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you don't, it's mfor you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I'm rather sick of going out?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like going out 6 days out of 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relieve that I didn't do something stupid like finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine holidays in future~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;MUG.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun?&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually I was darn lazy and didn't want to go out today.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I see my mommy want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, "If I so willingly accompany my friends why not my mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENCE, my plan of slacking at home is blasted again.&lt;br /&gt;\:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, it's been a busy busy holiday for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIALE LOVES YOU YOU AND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, she loves herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, THE PREVIOUS POST WAS MEANT FOR WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted exactly at 12.00 am. &lt;br /&gt;SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(What does this got to do with me :x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6054901672818766165?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6054901672818766165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6054901672818766165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6054901672818766165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6054901672818766165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/saymommy.html' title='Say...MOMMY.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7551874133359433517</id><published>2008-11-27T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:13:02.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass given..always with cracks.</title><content type='html'>'cause I realised, nobody is ever perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Those which appear ultra nice (for a period) are just pretending, maybe even hiding a part of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, cracks will show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect image will vanish.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can only blame myself for being fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone once told me, Nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;When did I stop beliving in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when did I start to believe in it again?&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the same person which make me stop and start to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I realised, for a long time, I haven't been thinking independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of the show - Mentalist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy which do certain acts, or talk certain speech to make others to belive or think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayhap I was in the same situation too.&lt;br /&gt;Ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, don't you think that everyone says things that protect themselves?&lt;br /&gt;When do we ever exposed ourselves and put ourselves in a negative light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always try to appear good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this act depends on skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is equipped with the skills, he can fool anyone by just saying things that appear logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch HSM3 with Patrina, WeiLun, YianLu and ZhengWei at Cineleisure today!&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cool despite everyone saying it's a waste of money~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA.&lt;br /&gt;Miss WeiLun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7551874133359433517?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7551874133359433517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7551874133359433517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7551874133359433517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7551874133359433517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/glass-givenalwayway-with-cracks.html' title='Glass given..always with cracks.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1532491715006981902</id><published>2008-11-25T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:14:44.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy BRO~</title><content type='html'>Ha.&lt;br /&gt;ME BRO is coming back from Australia..He went for Outward Bound.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wonder why he only goes to Australia when he goes abroad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yesterday went to Party World with Pat, YianLu and TingYan with TingYan leaving halfway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE A PIECE OF GOOD NEWS TO SHARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY HAVE 12 HOURS OF SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;*satisified*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY, I sound like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Snort, snort, MEOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch...a NC-16 movie today - Body of Lies - with Amos, JiaMing, NguanHan and WeeKiat.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the noob NguanHan and I are let in as they checked EVERYONE'S ez-link.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important is that the entire show is kinda boring and I didn't really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ISN'T THERE ANY GOOD SHOWS AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I'm not the director la~&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many new bloggers around.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;(Like what business is it of mine, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..new links! - Alison, ChuBin &amp; Edrei~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you can see, I don't really have anything to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really think people should really learn to cherish others and not just make empty promises&lt;br /&gt;INCLUDING MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't only think about who can be there for you, but rather who you can be there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that people who wanna go into a relationship simply because they want company is kinda labelling themselves with friends that do not want them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For this, I mean people who get together with company as reason la. If you true love GO ON. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you have family (kinship) and friends (friendships), why do you need bf/gf (relationships)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, life is full of ironies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, well my mummy to be precise, don't mind me being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted: "Like that good what, got people look after you, I no need to worry so much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, nobody wants her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are parents objecting vigourously as their daughter got into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my parents and her parents will trade mentality, everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes, I'm grateful for the freedom I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking the LRT home since Primary 2..OKAY, this doesn't sound like freedom, this sound pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SO NOT LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M AN ABUSED CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, it was because my mommy had an operation so can't fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could go to plaza with friends in Primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to chalet at Primary 5 with class under teachers' supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the only girl in 101 who could go for the class chalet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL, sometimes, I'm amazed at how free my mommy can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will go, "He is your boyfriend is it? Don't shy la. If is it's okay leh, I don't mind..."&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT IS, whoever that he is, he's so not my boyfriend and she'll keep on insisting..:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HIP AND EASY FOR WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I was thinking of adopting children when I grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that it's good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want children but it actually doesn't matter whether they're mine genetically or not.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is, if I don't adopt those kids, they won't have parents hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I want at least a child of my own too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ADOPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think so much for what?&lt;br /&gt;I still have my future husband to consider?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll psycho him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I doubt I will love someone who is so cold hearted.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years of friendship, thanks yellow ghost. (aka PatrinaGohQianYing)&lt;br /&gt;4..actually only 1 year (s) of friendship, thanks LimLuLu. (TRIPLE L SO COOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. &lt;br /&gt;Just feel like saying thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys always make me feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SO DARN APPRECIATED DE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNO.&lt;br /&gt;UNO.&lt;br /&gt;UNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACK-O.&lt;br /&gt;TOPPLES.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOU YEN YEN.&lt;br /&gt;JIO ME OUT LEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1532491715006981902?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1532491715006981902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1532491715006981902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1532491715006981902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1532491715006981902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/howdy-bro.html' title='Howdy BRO~'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1444672908261024056</id><published>2008-11-23T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:48:53.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'm delighted.</title><content type='html'>Am glad that when I was feeling down, I only felt lost for a moment or two.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realised that there are so many loving friends around me who'll just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I can ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1444672908261024056?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1444672908261024056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1444672908261024056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1444672908261024056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1444672908261024056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-delighted.html' title='&amp; I&apos;m delighted.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2873206084986330629</id><published>2008-11-23T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:20:08.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day.</title><content type='html'>HEH, yesterday while me and ZhengWei was waiting for WeiLun, I thought up a joke.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda lame, you can just skip it if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHY SANTA CLAUS ONLY GIVE PRESENTS TO CHILDREN WITH GOOD BEHAVIOUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE HE ALWAYS GO "HOHOHOHO! MAERRY CHRISTMAS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: HO is good in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU PROUD OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LAME KIA NUMBER UNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNO.&lt;br /&gt;U N O !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2873206084986330629?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2873206084986330629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2873206084986330629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2873206084986330629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2873206084986330629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-6649588122314962321</id><published>2008-11-23T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:28:01.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst.</title><content type='html'>因为我的忍耐是有限度的。&lt;br /&gt;一个星期、两个星期。。。我不需为了不珍惜我的人那么的执着，委屈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I once promised I will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;But, no, I won't do it till the extent that I feel so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I EXIST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell.&lt;br /&gt;No point am I gonna make myself feel so terrible and unwanted because of some people.&lt;br /&gt;Friends or good friends.&lt;br /&gt;No rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often joke that my heart is Made in Indonesia/China..But I hope you realise I do have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not your pet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me to come and go anytime you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a calefare.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, I became the sidekick when I'm actually in a clique?&lt;br /&gt;Or has the clique expanded without my knowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I hope you will think in others shoes.&lt;br /&gt;You yourself is sensitive, think about how you will feel if I did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I understand it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one invited, obviously, you should accept the invitation generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who invited is not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The one who accepted is not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AM I WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;I though some V-place was supposed to go by 3 girls only.&lt;br /&gt;Since before O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. &lt;br /&gt;I guess something changed or altered without me knowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going now.&lt;br /&gt;Not going later.&lt;br /&gt;Not going anytime with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, maybe sometime I will go.&lt;br /&gt;Go with people who respect me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not the only one with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a terrible attitude.&lt;br /&gt;SO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do become angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I think people who do not become angry are either:&lt;br /&gt;1. HYPOCRITES.&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;2.NO CHARACTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm neither.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to blurt out anything.&lt;br /&gt;I tolerated for weekSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want anything to changed.&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to cause any inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;You can do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;While, &lt;u&gt; you &lt;/u&gt; can still be insensitive towards me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND if you don't like this post, good bye?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll just cherish a truthful person who don't purposely inject happiness into her post when she's really feeling rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS WILL GET BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;With or without your participation.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6649588122314962321?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6649588122314962321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6649588122314962321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6649588122314962321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6649588122314962321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/burst.html' title='Burst.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4182725707685449877</id><published>2008-11-23T06:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:12:58.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays...vacations?</title><content type='html'>LA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that a few of my friends went/are going abroad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..actually, I was supposed to go to Indonesia for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;But, (yes, always a but), there's no straight flight there so...CANCELLED.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay~&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really looking forward to it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME BACK KEITH~&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; LeeNguanHan is going to ShangHai soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, went out with Keith, NguanHan and Brian just now, or rather, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong-ed at Brian's house.&lt;br /&gt;Keith and I taught Brian and NguanHan how to play it...well, make that Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt NguanHan learnt anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then off to meet ZW~&lt;br /&gt;LALA. &lt;br /&gt;Met YuHui...DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rented DVDs - Prom Night, Constantine and Ocean Thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;Met WeiLun and off we went to ZW's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since we've went out together!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..feel asleep for awhile after Constantine...and watched Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;Not too scary but gave me creeps when I walked home alone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW.&lt;br /&gt;HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to help my daddy to deliver fish soon...&lt;br /&gt;YEA, trying to get into good books.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a ultra long time since I've helped.&lt;br /&gt;Always giving excuses like fatigue during band competition season and the need to study during Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;..I like this busy lifestyle though it's adding colours to my dark circles.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's really been long since I've met up seriously with everyone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA TALK.&lt;br /&gt;WANNA SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;WANNA LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why they called me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINGYAN.&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing you later.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS A BRAND NEW DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY HI TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4182725707685449877?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4182725707685449877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4182725707685449877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4182725707685449877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4182725707685449877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidaysvacations.html' title='Holidays...vacations?'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-521641800834113328</id><published>2008-11-21T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:00:45.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>Promises and plans are nothing unless put into words.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in saying so much, so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-521641800834113328?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/521641800834113328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=521641800834113328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/521641800834113328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/521641800834113328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-3602702581345379941</id><published>2008-11-21T14:19:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:27:43.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These aren't normal pictures.</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Bus 190~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Brian..ChzeKian's Head is blocked and half of NguanHan's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As I said, I'm a bad photographer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbzT3EayI/AAAAAAAABGg/enKF0cKEbB4/s1600-h/Outing+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271001350946450210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbzT3EayI/AAAAAAAABGg/enKF0cKEbB4/s400/Outing+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and ChzeKian...NguanHan is shy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbzGVxYGI/AAAAAAAABGY/dS7k1XBsF-M/s1600-h/Outing+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271001347317129314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbzGVxYGI/AAAAAAAABGY/dS7k1XBsF-M/s400/Outing+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;WeeKiat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbEXTPnZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/7EGJLx7yoNk/s1600-h/Outing+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000544416079250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbEXTPnZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/7EGJLx7yoNk/s400/Outing+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaMiang's Specs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbECAcjkI/AAAAAAAABGI/0yWifx2dDOE/s1600-h/Outing+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000538700090946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbECAcjkI/AAAAAAAABGI/0yWifx2dDOE/s400/Outing+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbD_8vqVI/AAAAAAAABGA/e6a3CwF-Jtk/s1600-h/Outing+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000538147694930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbD_8vqVI/AAAAAAAABGA/e6a3CwF-Jtk/s400/Outing+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not about me. Is about WeeKiat's insistant snappings of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbDobfUII/AAAAAAAABF4/A6iNUn3LJ1E/s1600-h/Outing+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000531834196098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbDobfUII/AAAAAAAABF4/A6iNUn3LJ1E/s400/Outing+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbDoldlkI/AAAAAAAABFw/5dbu1yW0zFQ/s1600-h/Outing+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000531876025922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbDoldlkI/AAAAAAAABFw/5dbu1yW0zFQ/s400/Outing+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaVlvVpQI/AAAAAAAABFo/T0T75MhZ6is/s1600-h/Outing+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270999740838159618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaVlvVpQI/AAAAAAAABFo/T0T75MhZ6is/s400/Outing+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and JM's specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaVZURk2I/AAAAAAAABFg/uhgFvPyy86E/s1600-h/Outing+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270999737503421282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaVZURk2I/AAAAAAAABFg/uhgFvPyy86E/s400/Outing+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaVNWNv_I/AAAAAAAABFY/wzd1hUJ1PAE/s1600-h/Outing+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270999734290333682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaVNWNv_I/AAAAAAAABFY/wzd1hUJ1PAE/s400/Outing+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaU-ABY5I/AAAAAAAABFQ/AcAjnphUr7o/s1600-h/Outing+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270999730170717074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZaU-ABY5I/AAAAAAAABFQ/AcAjnphUr7o/s400/Outing+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tradings of spectacles.. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZXtlLiTI/AAAAAAAABFA/0Ottc-AdbZw/s1600-h/Outing+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998677791148338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZXtlLiTI/AAAAAAAABFA/0Ottc-AdbZw/s400/Outing+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK and the shy NguanHan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZXQghdZI/AAAAAAAABE4/OksgjcuGII0/s1600-h/Outing+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998669986985362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZXQghdZI/AAAAAAAABE4/OksgjcuGII0/s400/Outing+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZXDwWHyI/AAAAAAAABEw/_K8DQ3mI0kw/s1600-h/Outing+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998666563690274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZXDwWHyI/AAAAAAAABEw/_K8DQ3mI0kw/s400/Outing+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZWwU47_I/AAAAAAAABEo/rLORyMODQzI/s1600-h/Outing+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998661348257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZWwU47_I/AAAAAAAABEo/rLORyMODQzI/s400/Outing+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZWgYJIGI/AAAAAAAABEg/XfZ8WlyasxA/s1600-h/Outing+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998657066934370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZZWgYJIGI/AAAAAAAABEg/XfZ8WlyasxA/s400/Outing+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare clear pic of Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYkZsPY6I/AAAAAAAABEU/2LtPI6-l1z8/s1600-h/Outing+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997796278723490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYkZsPY6I/AAAAAAAABEU/2LtPI6-l1z8/s400/Outing+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK...with nh's spec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYj-0oDGI/AAAAAAAABEI/UnNn6bAy0hA/s1600-h/Outing+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997789066136674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYj-0oDGI/AAAAAAAABEI/UnNn6bAy0hA/s400/Outing+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYjndksxI/AAAAAAAABD8/vFOi1xPlv90/s1600-h/Outing+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997782795432722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYjndksxI/AAAAAAAABD8/vFOi1xPlv90/s400/Outing+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I tell you I have the same problem as WK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYjpEahDI/AAAAAAAABD0/s3mSloFJX_0/s1600-h/Outing+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997783226778674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYjpEahDI/AAAAAAAABD0/s3mSloFJX_0/s400/Outing+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His weird problems again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYjS5RZ6I/AAAAAAAABDs/FUuEn6u0Uuk/s1600-h/Outing+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997777274464162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZYjS5RZ6I/AAAAAAAABDs/FUuEn6u0Uuk/s400/Outing+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXxa4Pt4I/AAAAAAAABDk/D6KqYW1cnz4/s1600-h/Outing+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996920424183682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXxa4Pt4I/AAAAAAAABDk/D6KqYW1cnz4/s400/Outing+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXxexrw7I/AAAAAAAABDc/CBoFZi_96P4/s1600-h/Outing+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996921470403506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXxexrw7I/AAAAAAAABDc/CBoFZi_96P4/s400/Outing+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXxHqXV_I/AAAAAAAABDU/3zLeDhvbHpw/s1600-h/Outing+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996915265689586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXxHqXV_I/AAAAAAAABDU/3zLeDhvbHpw/s400/Outing+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXwwBRpLI/AAAAAAAABDM/1I1-eh6T4Vw/s1600-h/Outing+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996908919334066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXwwBRpLI/AAAAAAAABDM/1I1-eh6T4Vw/s400/Outing+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXwgVzoYI/AAAAAAAABDE/4IjzHDMDjE4/s1600-h/Outing+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996904710480258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXwgVzoYI/AAAAAAAABDE/4IjzHDMDjE4/s400/Outing+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXGW9UCSI/AAAAAAAABC8/aQRvdrAZXk8/s1600-h/Outing+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996180637321506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXGW9UCSI/AAAAAAAABC8/aQRvdrAZXk8/s400/Outing+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXGIzOnHI/AAAAAAAABC0/oDdgEXOYRJ4/s1600-h/Outing+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996176836926578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXGIzOnHI/AAAAAAAABC0/oDdgEXOYRJ4/s400/Outing+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXF5LshII/AAAAAAAABCs/DOiVb7-Tacc/s1600-h/Outing+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996172644582530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXF5LshII/AAAAAAAABCs/DOiVb7-Tacc/s400/Outing+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXFtF4NAI/AAAAAAAABCk/2XgwWkJNHHg/s1600-h/Outing+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996169398957058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXFtF4NAI/AAAAAAAABCk/2XgwWkJNHHg/s400/Outing+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXFd-k-RI/AAAAAAAABCc/JXpCHQPqHGM/s1600-h/Outing+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996165341804818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZXFd-k-RI/AAAAAAAABCc/JXpCHQPqHGM/s400/Outing+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWKcJ7r7I/AAAAAAAABCU/kdVubIG7j9E/s1600-h/Outing+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995151240277938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWKcJ7r7I/AAAAAAAABCU/kdVubIG7j9E/s400/Outing+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice hockey`~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWKX6klYI/AAAAAAAABCM/eYsldripDFE/s1600-h/Outing+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995150102107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWKX6klYI/AAAAAAAABCM/eYsldripDFE/s400/Outing+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWKMsRpkI/AAAAAAAABCE/g4M4LTldYlA/s1600-h/Outing+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995147089356354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWKMsRpkI/AAAAAAAABCE/g4M4LTldYlA/s400/Outing+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWJ5GEDRI/AAAAAAAABB8/nHe6z2zVMLU/s1600-h/Outing+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995141828807954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWJ5GEDRI/AAAAAAAABB8/nHe6z2zVMLU/s400/Outing+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER VOLLEYBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWJgCkdrI/AAAAAAAABB0/dnRUG4GzKDg/s1600-h/Outing+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995135103268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZWJgCkdrI/AAAAAAAABB0/dnRUG4GzKDg/s400/Outing+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very reluctant to post this up. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVa8usKII/AAAAAAAABBs/OLH7EyXJ-ik/s1600-h/Outing+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994335350663298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVa8usKII/AAAAAAAABBs/OLH7EyXJ-ik/s400/Outing+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; APPLE PIE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVaoY0k9I/AAAAAAAABBk/gdBAqMAFjxU/s1600-h/Outing+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994329890231250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVaoY0k9I/AAAAAAAABBk/gdBAqMAFjxU/s400/Outing+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVaSAqN8I/AAAAAAAABBc/95RPoGG4Mds/s1600-h/Outing+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994323883308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVaSAqN8I/AAAAAAAABBc/95RPoGG4Mds/s400/Outing+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVaIBczqI/AAAAAAAABBU/rtCREWW08xA/s1600-h/Outing+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994321202269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVaIBczqI/AAAAAAAABBU/rtCREWW08xA/s400/Outing+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zw has the same promblem as me and wk. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVZ93MxtI/AAAAAAAABBM/0jUVdymlguE/s1600-h/Outing+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994318474921682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZVZ93MxtI/AAAAAAAABBM/0jUVdymlguE/s400/Outing+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHAO CAI MAO?&lt;br /&gt;Look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUoZcVXHI/AAAAAAAABBE/gHL2Ie_Peg0/s1600-h/Outing+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993466884971634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUoZcVXHI/AAAAAAAABBE/gHL2Ie_Peg0/s400/Outing+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnxmPCyI/AAAAAAAABA8/124VBUDKdQc/s1600-h/Outing+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993456189082402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnxmPCyI/AAAAAAAABA8/124VBUDKdQc/s400/Outing+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnu4B1eI/AAAAAAAABA0/KEwoX6tjoa8/s1600-h/Outing+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993455458407906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnu4B1eI/AAAAAAAABA0/KEwoX6tjoa8/s400/Outing+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnZSBJWI/AAAAAAAABAs/4XMP0HqnkR8/s1600-h/Outing+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993449661834594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnZSBJWI/AAAAAAAABAs/4XMP0HqnkR8/s400/Outing+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnOxoM-I/AAAAAAAABAk/eJddHr-VSIE/s1600-h/Outing+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993446841627618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZUnOxoM-I/AAAAAAAABAk/eJddHr-VSIE/s400/Outing+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zw being spastic.&lt;br /&gt;(He's always spastic but he's not keen on taking pic while being spastic..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6tNZrgI/AAAAAAAABAc/WLNHykYlWK0/s1600-h/Outing+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992681917066754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6tNZrgI/AAAAAAAABAc/WLNHykYlWK0/s400/Outing+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6WDIKVI/AAAAAAAABAU/6NhKLybUICk/s1600-h/Outing+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992675699960146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6WDIKVI/AAAAAAAABAU/6NhKLybUICk/s400/Outing+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to suck the upper lip with the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6crMKTI/AAAAAAAABAM/McjmV5MwZgo/s1600-h/Outing+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992677478607154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6crMKTI/AAAAAAAABAM/McjmV5MwZgo/s400/Outing+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I look uglier doing it? Well, admiteedly I do have difficulty doing this action. Try it! It's hard! Hahahaah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6KUdSTI/AAAAAAAABAE/zobIYV9St3c/s1600-h/Outing+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992672551422258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT6KUdSTI/AAAAAAAABAE/zobIYV9St3c/s400/Outing+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; I end with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MR. BEST SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;Heh, 'cause I said that he wasn't smiling when taking picture with me at Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA!&lt;br /&gt;This is after his bball...at about 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;So responsible as his role of Mr smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT5-YF1eI/AAAAAAAAA_8/7k9i0n7PAaw/s1600-h/Outing+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992669345437154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZT5-YF1eI/AAAAAAAAA_8/7k9i0n7PAaw/s400/Outing+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am having doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks are forming.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-3602702581345379941?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/3602702581345379941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=3602702581345379941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3602702581345379941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3602702581345379941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-arent-normal-pictures.html' title='These aren&apos;t normal pictures.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSZbzT3EayI/AAAAAAAABGg/enKF0cKEbB4/s72-c/Outing+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7763835244090034036</id><published>2008-11-21T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:19:14.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ZEN IS ALMOST SOLD.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends la hur.&lt;br /&gt;Got lobang already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS LOTS!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUFFERING FROM INDIGESTION.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Prom Night, I'm having diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after I ate a little from Sakura I seriously felt like vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, none of the guys (NguanHan, JiaMing, ChzeKian, WeeKiat and Brian) were sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAD I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH TREATMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;( Yes, I'm feeling a lil' dramaTIC today~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we planned to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;But there were none we liked at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so...ARCADE.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a relatively crazy time with them, or rather I'm just being high all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to play volleyball, so I rushed home to change and get volleyball and back to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Off we (ZhengWei, Eugene, NguanHan, WeeKiat and JiaMing) went to CCK Stadium.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda being suan-ed till cannot suan-ed today by people.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYWHYWHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VERY SAD...NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE YEO ZHENG WEI, EUGENE KOH AND LEE NGUAN HAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one has to admit the way they niao me is creative.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes make me laugh...of course, everyone else is laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEENGUANHAN IS KING OF SUANING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while I AM DOING A FAVOUR FOR HIM, he said something like, no infra-red sensor it's okay. They have WEIGHT DETECTOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;How much more creative can he get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LIVE TO BRING JOY TO OTHERS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face life, jiale.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's really funny .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..ends this random post~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7763835244090034036?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7763835244090034036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7763835244090034036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7763835244090034036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7763835244090034036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/sold.html' title='SOLD.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2899688610737653897</id><published>2008-11-20T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:38:34.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions~</title><content type='html'>*LA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay~&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go out soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the boys for Sakura Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I told my one of my elder sister about the prize won from prom.&lt;br /&gt;When I told her I kind of suck at technology stuff, she encourage me to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA HEED HER ADVICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sell the Creative Zen X-Fi 32Gb with Wireless LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2899688610737653897?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2899688610737653897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2899688610737653897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2899688610737653897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2899688610737653897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/decisions.html' title='Decisions~'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4981701102506113533</id><published>2008-11-20T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:48:08.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Prom and Post-Prom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;17 October 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Pat's house to drop my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quarrelled with my mother. (A super big one. D:D:D:D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 October 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not on talking terms with mama.&lt;br /&gt;- Made my own breakfast (she's on strike too)&lt;br /&gt;- Meet Z for camera&lt;br /&gt;- Went Pat's house to prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 am:&lt;br /&gt;- Reached Pat's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Painted Patrina's nails (with her help and mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130pm:&lt;br /&gt;- I bathed&lt;br /&gt;- She bathed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Maggie mee for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;315pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;330pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you don't know how stress we are 'cause we're afraid that we'll screw up as we're doing our own make up &amp;amp; with the fact that we don't usually make up. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;430pm:&lt;br /&gt;- OMG WE'RE LATE MEETING YIANLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;440pm:&lt;br /&gt;- OMG WE'RE LATE MEETING LEON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Hair~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 dunno when pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Prom starts.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;(As shown in previous post)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..I WON THE TOP PRIZE.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, it was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Creative-Player-Wireless-Built-Speaker/dp/B001CB0RT0"&gt;Creative Zen X-Fi 32Gb with wireless LAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still telling Joyce I normally don't win lucky draw what more with me as the first putting the ticket in.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123 PLUS ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, main point is...I'm a gadget noob.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Patrina's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon alighting form the bus, I took off my heels.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;Grah.&lt;br /&gt;My soles of my feet are so painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we 2 look like drunkards walking home with heels in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am:&lt;br /&gt;- Frantic attemot to wash off hairsprays and wax and mud and whatever hair products.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130am:&lt;br /&gt;- I couldn't hold on. Sleep awaited me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1045am:&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Headed to Lot 1 to accompany Pat to make her ex-link card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;430pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Done with ez-link and finished walking around the entire Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;- Ministry of Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500pm:&lt;br /&gt;- Decided to walk from Lot 1 all the way to my house~ &lt;br /&gt;(A surprise is PATRINA IS WALKING TOO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Upon stepping out of the life I saw my mom.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Mommy, I'm home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;...She's not angry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She...asked if I've eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My mommy is really very wonderful but I always forget it and retort back and become very rude.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that all's fine.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY MUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I showed her my Prom pictures just now.&lt;br /&gt;Forgeting that there are pictures of me hugging Eugene, pointing middle fingers and sprawling on the toilet walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I only manage to skip past the middle fingers shots and as I said, my mom didn't know it's me on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Eugene's pic, she was like.." AIYO, don't anyhow hug boys ley!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I went, "Haha, all friends la. Nevermind de~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF PROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I tell you, my mom's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;Pat and I talked about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;The quarrels and the patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate more on the next post I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to show appreciation for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Through actions, not thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4981701102506113533?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4981701102506113533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4981701102506113533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4981701102506113533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4981701102506113533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-prom-and-post-prom.html' title='Pre-Prom and Post-Prom.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-932281020895776764</id><published>2008-11-19T21:02:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:17:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Prom !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first picture-blurred one in the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Siying and Patrina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqw32dbI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BjKNku9jkZI/s1600-h/PROM+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394273697002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqw32dbI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BjKNku9jkZI/s400/PROM+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blurry one. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrina, Siying, Me and YianLu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toilet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqs1-tII/AAAAAAAAA_s/dklygTJ9K7A/s1600-h/PROM+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394272615412866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqs1-tII/AAAAAAAAA_s/dklygTJ9K7A/s400/PROM+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqXR7WXI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Z9_h2RcBjF0/s1600-h/PROM+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394266827053426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqXR7WXI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Z9_h2RcBjF0/s400/PROM+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr. Chai WeeKiat, before the start of Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqI5QKMI/AAAAAAAAA_c/DaAYPJ5LsRo/s1600-h/PROM+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394262965463234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqI5QKMI/AAAAAAAAA_c/DaAYPJ5LsRo/s400/PROM+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YianLu, Patrina and SiYing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzp8GxDjI/AAAAAAAAA_U/KxB4cAqEhyw/s1600-h/PROM+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394259532484146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzp8GxDjI/AAAAAAAAA_U/KxB4cAqEhyw/s400/PROM+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy9z0pNUI/AAAAAAAAA_M/gkDowWwF_4M/s1600-h/PROM+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393501394744642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy9z0pNUI/AAAAAAAAA_M/gkDowWwF_4M/s400/PROM+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2 and me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy9X26XrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/MHSuO4itF5g/s1600-h/PROM+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393493888065202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy9X26XrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/MHSuO4itF5g/s400/PROM+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and WeeKiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy9JWIwLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/QGnWv3W80XA/s1600-h/PROM+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393489992499378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy9JWIwLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/QGnWv3W80XA/s400/PROM+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, with the blurry effect. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy820vIFI/AAAAAAAAA-0/AV-KoA4oBaU/s1600-h/PROM+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393485020569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy820vIFI/AAAAAAAAA-0/AV-KoA4oBaU/s400/PROM+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...(This is getting boring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy80sQ_EI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RnVJDffjViY/s1600-h/PROM+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393484448169026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQy80sQ_EI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RnVJDffjViY/s400/PROM+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the two boring people. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxnfKs6JI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T4wMhSOAXiM/s1600-h/PROM+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389350790437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxnfKs6JI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T4wMhSOAXiM/s400/PROM+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boringness x5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxm4F4NlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Gb4Ta1U5aqQ/s1600-h/PROM+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389350790437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxm4F4NlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Gb4Ta1U5aqQ/s400/PROM+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't tell anyone I'm half-kneeling :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxmoafygI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ujdIJY0zpY4/s1600-h/PROM+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389350790437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxmoafygI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ujdIJY0zpY4/s400/PROM+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual height ~ with CHUNHOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxmeEE1TI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kH-K4WDE86U/s1600-h/PROM+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389350790437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxmeEE1TI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kH-K4WDE86U/s400/PROM+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxmCYNavI/AAAAAAAAA-E/lP_uL1TEuYk/s1600-h/PROM+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389350790437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQxmCYNavI/AAAAAAAAA-E/lP_uL1TEuYk/s400/PROM+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie, me and Joyce !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw268MDeI/AAAAAAAAA98/qE0ikBl91Sg/s1600-h/PROM+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391184023096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw268MDeI/AAAAAAAAA98/qE0ikBl91Sg/s400/PROM+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw2nQS-0I/AAAAAAAAA90/uFuVulrJMXA/s1600-h/PROM+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391178738727746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw2nQS-0I/AAAAAAAAA90/uFuVulrJMXA/s400/PROM+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LunLun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw2Zx1WEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MbQ2O3O5cbs/s1600-h/PROM+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391175121295426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw2Zx1WEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MbQ2O3O5cbs/s400/PROM+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LunLunLun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw2MgdmlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/HtlSUJ-bK-4/s1600-h/PROM+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391171558775378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw2MgdmlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/HtlSUJ-bK-4/s400/PROM+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MR LIW. (I'm tall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw1xYpQ9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/FkZTDgJxu4o/s1600-h/PROM+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391164278227922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQw1xYpQ9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/FkZTDgJxu4o/s400/PROM+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Unglamourous~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv-kFhSzI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BtxeweBct2s/s1600-h/PROM+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390215815547698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv-kFhSzI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BtxeweBct2s/s400/PROM+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! Mr Tay and I. Undeniably one of my favourite teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv-W7i5PI/AAAAAAAAA9M/_-cOGCCEpSw/s1600-h/PROM+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390212284048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv-W7i5PI/AAAAAAAAA9M/_-cOGCCEpSw/s400/PROM+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHENGWEI...aka...waiter. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv-ITlZlI/AAAAAAAAA9E/O6ifMMDbRF4/s1600-h/PROM+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390208358344274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv-ITlZlI/AAAAAAAAA9E/O6ifMMDbRF4/s400/PROM+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LIW.ZW.LUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv95hQxpI/AAAAAAAAA88/Nrxl2kziB9M/s1600-h/PROM+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390204389181074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv95hQxpI/AAAAAAAAA88/Nrxl2kziB9M/s400/PROM+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LZL COMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv9g3HsVI/AAAAAAAAA80/C3XgDND8S3E/s1600-h/PROM+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390197769974098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQv9g3HsVI/AAAAAAAAA80/C3XgDND8S3E/s400/PROM+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JianKai and Mr Liw~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvMrkbRvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gIBMHGm4f84/s1600-h/PROM+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389358830765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvMrkbRvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gIBMHGm4f84/s400/PROM+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and JianKai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvMTzvLPI/AAAAAAAAA8k/I4779oTjOWE/s1600-h/PROM+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389352452533490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvMTzvLPI/AAAAAAAAA8k/I4779oTjOWE/s400/PROM+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...clearer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvMNndmxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/QEuJ3yG1iuw/s1600-h/PROM+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389350790437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvMNndmxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/QEuJ3yG1iuw/s400/PROM+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They(Liw and Tay) said I'm the most blessed woman as I can stand in the middle to take this photo with them...Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvL0ASTvI/AAAAAAAAA8U/t-gW4V7wh-I/s1600-h/PROM+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389343915233010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvL0ASTvI/AAAAAAAAA8U/t-gW4V7wh-I/s400/PROM+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/8 AHA...blurred. (I'm not a good photographer..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvLtxDY_I/AAAAAAAAA8M/E5PbJ4jsoqA/s1600-h/PROM+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389342240728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQvLtxDY_I/AAAAAAAAA8M/E5PbJ4jsoqA/s400/PROM+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey! That's better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrrQGJtDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_UBW62POu1I/s1600-h/PROM+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385485985461298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrrQGJtDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_UBW62POu1I/s400/PROM+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HeeYi and me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrrOaXjfI/AAAAAAAAA78/-Cy4eC08I0I/s1600-h/PROM+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385485533384178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrrOaXjfI/AAAAAAAAA78/-Cy4eC08I0I/s400/PROM+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrqjfYS1I/AAAAAAAAA70/T8fe7zFPDqw/s1600-h/PROM+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385474011679570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrqjfYS1I/AAAAAAAAA70/T8fe7zFPDqw/s400/PROM+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who always says I'm cute. *winks* (Inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrqVwpGTI/AAAAAAAAA7s/mqGoqzGdODk/s1600-h/PROM+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385470325987634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrqVwpGTI/AAAAAAAAA7s/mqGoqzGdODk/s400/PROM+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BRIGHTER. There you go.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrqYyGTGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/buDIdp2Hln4/s1600-h/PROM+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385471137401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQrqYyGTGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/buDIdp2Hln4/s400/PROM+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vanka, TOHJIALE, chzekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqQAARHtI/AAAAAAAAA7c/m2cCoTkIt6s/s1600-h/PROM+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270383918297718482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqQAARHtI/AAAAAAAAA7c/m2cCoTkIt6s/s400/PROM+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viv~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqP8MtVCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LejqvDko-8g/s1600-h/PROM+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270383917276156962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqP8MtVCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LejqvDko-8g/s400/PROM+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vito! Handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqPtHob0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/-DBnf5DnyaE/s1600-h/PROM+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270383913228332866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqPtHob0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/-DBnf5DnyaE/s400/PROM+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ZongSheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqPVS0ikI/AAAAAAAAA7E/C9ukI7T8wq0/s1600-h/PROM+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270383906832812610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqPVS0ikI/AAAAAAAAA7E/C9ukI7T8wq0/s400/PROM+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DERRICK!..and my BIG face...with the hole in the teeth. (As emphasised by the photographer-ZongSheng.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqO3K8QMI/AAAAAAAAA68/a3nMqyRpBLM/s1600-h/PROM+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270383898746699970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQqO3K8QMI/AAAAAAAAA68/a3nMqyRpBLM/s400/PROM+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABLE NUMBER TWENTY! (Why not 22 D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTqfKxRI/AAAAAAAAA60/ywubprHDTWU/s1600-h/PROM+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382881729594642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTqfKxRI/AAAAAAAAA60/ywubprHDTWU/s400/PROM+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys-Mel, Vito, Vanka, CHICKEN, WeeKiat, Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTj31yRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UEYVlwx3whs/s1600-h/PROM+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382879954028818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTj31yRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UEYVlwx3whs/s400/PROM+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Crystal. (Sorry, my face is too big :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTXJC0NI/AAAAAAAAA6k/cJxVrkJ8HPg/s1600-h/PROM+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382876536525010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTXJC0NI/AAAAAAAAA6k/cJxVrkJ8HPg/s400/PROM+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YENYEN, me and ALEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTEH4J2I/AAAAAAAAA6c/LjyhlWEIMUo/s1600-h/PROM+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382871431358306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpTEH4J2I/AAAAAAAAA6c/LjyhlWEIMUo/s400/PROM+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with SIYUN~ She's looks so like a bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpSvBjUnI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-fxZiMm3PWM/s1600-h/PROM+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382865767682674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQpSvBjUnI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-fxZiMm3PWM/s400/PROM+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeeWoon and I...I'm in my heels...she's not. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoQovk-RI/AAAAAAAAA6M/PF91qnoZhr4/s1600-h/PROM+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270381730210314514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoQovk-RI/AAAAAAAAA6M/PF91qnoZhr4/s400/PROM+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamin and I. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoQYQDCYI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gt_nef1micA/s1600-h/PROM+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270381725783099778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoQYQDCYI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gt_nef1micA/s400/PROM+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me. A short boy. &amp;amp; Mr smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoQFTP3GI/AAAAAAAAA58/eENl-yAHeOI/s1600-h/PROM+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270381720696249442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoQFTP3GI/AAAAAAAAA58/eENl-yAHeOI/s400/PROM+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE CHECK. IS HE THE MR. SMILE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoP7hOpLI/AAAAAAAAA50/cY1SjJ9bP8M/s1600-h/PROM+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270381718070535346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoP7hOpLI/AAAAAAAAA50/cY1SjJ9bP8M/s400/PROM+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My EX and I. Reason for break-up...I'm taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoPt_qZhI/AAAAAAAAA5s/nNCupm1qIwE/s1600-h/PROM+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270381714440087058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQoPt_qZhI/AAAAAAAAA5s/nNCupm1qIwE/s400/PROM+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Demas and I. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmtNX6grI/AAAAAAAAA5c/PMc3d8111qo/s1600-h/PROM+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380022056256178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmtNX6grI/AAAAAAAAA5c/PMc3d8111qo/s400/PROM+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmswX-_bI/AAAAAAAAA5U/1qBgQ536lV0/s1600-h/PROM+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380014271921586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmswX-_bI/AAAAAAAAA5U/1qBgQ536lV0/s400/PROM+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME and MY EX...Remember the days...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmsscXHtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/V1NzJGYzLlo/s1600-h/PROM+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380013216538322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmsscXHtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/V1NzJGYzLlo/s400/PROM+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIJUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmsRZsb5I/AAAAAAAAA5E/AYMemLs7roc/s1600-h/PROM+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380005957595026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQmsRZsb5I/AAAAAAAAA5E/AYMemLs7roc/s400/PROM+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vivien and KJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlgc1c_BI/AAAAAAAAA48/SbQQdMNnT_4/s1600-h/PROM+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378703356754962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlgc1c_BI/AAAAAAAAA48/SbQQdMNnT_4/s400/PROM+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlgKZZBWI/AAAAAAAAA40/723TOmAITbs/s1600-h/PROM+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378698407216482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlgKZZBWI/AAAAAAAAA40/723TOmAITbs/s400/PROM+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlf5R0z5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/yEx3ggDvkXM/s1600-h/PROM+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378693812080530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlf5R0z5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/yEx3ggDvkXM/s400/PROM+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vito and ZS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlfov4LdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/9SRHDObL1S0/s1600-h/PROM+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378689374727634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlfov4LdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/9SRHDObL1S0/s400/PROM+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlfP2gzvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/MxnMrL-w--o/s1600-h/PROM+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378682691669746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQlfP2gzvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/MxnMrL-w--o/s400/PROM+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MR TAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkWN5nn4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZiwitMcyONw/s1600-h/PROM+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377428037377922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkWN5nn4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZiwitMcyONw/s400/PROM+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY and MR TAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkV-QX7eI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WpFrxBIIULk/s1600-h/PROM+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377423837851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkV-QX7eI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WpFrxBIIULk/s400/PROM+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and KWE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkVlkqrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/H1bsIO05t-0/s1600-h/PROM+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377417212079858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkVlkqrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/H1bsIO05t-0/s400/PROM+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WEIEN.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkVfNoQFI/AAAAAAAAA38/8_YQw6hMKsw/s1600-h/PROM+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377415504838738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkVfNoQFI/AAAAAAAAA38/8_YQw6hMKsw/s400/PROM+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR AND MR OSGODBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkVJolNKI/AAAAAAAAA30/sYSJ3Jvkq-Q/s1600-h/PROM+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377409712305314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQkVJolNKI/AAAAAAAAA30/sYSJ3Jvkq-Q/s400/PROM+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t1 say yo! MRS HOE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjfE9L7xI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Fj8uYtxiUlw/s1600-h/PROM+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376480743616274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjfE9L7xI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Fj8uYtxiUlw/s400/PROM+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME and CHONGYEW! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQje49LOUI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dyCb6GE377Y/s1600-h/PROM+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376477522344258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQje49LOUI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dyCb6GE377Y/s400/PROM+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JOYCE WITH HER 50 bucks voucher aka 6th prize. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjeoX_qjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/oq0O4M4WBnE/s1600-h/PROM+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376473071430194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjeoX_qjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/oq0O4M4WBnE/s400/PROM+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.I.H.U.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjeU9xOCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9jIEa2daZgY/s1600-h/PROM+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376467861157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjeU9xOCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9jIEa2daZgY/s400/PROM+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AH and VGWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjeKDG1ZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/jpZYPnFZfxg/s1600-h/PROM+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376464930755986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQjeKDG1ZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/jpZYPnFZfxg/s400/PROM+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MRE JOSEPH! Say bye to chapter 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQiordWyMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/7TGVcQBkQ2A/s1600-h/PROM+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270375546186287298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQiordWyMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/7TGVcQBkQ2A/s400/PROM+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG?! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQioVvGSxI/AAAAAAAAA28/OE7V5HBhTmc/s1600-h/PROM+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270375540355123986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQioVvGSxI/AAAAAAAAA28/OE7V5HBhTmc/s400/PROM+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LayTeng and Joyce~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQin6dpCWI/AAAAAAAAA20/sh0BuN3wDo0/s1600-h/PROM+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270375533034146146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQin6dpCWI/AAAAAAAAA20/sh0BuN3wDo0/s400/PROM+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LT and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQinlpGnMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/huFGjRhQNlI/s1600-h/PROM+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270375527445077186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQinlpGnMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/huFGjRhQNlI/s400/PROM+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel Chia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQineANdjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0eRqWwLKi8A/s1600-h/PROM+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270375525394511410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQineANdjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0eRqWwLKi8A/s400/PROM+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joyce and Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhKNgCcuI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Gg8ZSzH5Ex0/s1600-h/PROM+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373923236770530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhKNgCcuI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Gg8ZSzH5Ex0/s400/PROM+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhJ1RgRZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/3duHsBTtVRo/s1600-h/PROM+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373916733359506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhJ1RgRZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/3duHsBTtVRo/s400/PROM+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOONYEOW (Cousin's cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhJrpMU6I/AAAAAAAAA2M/bEeFAwHofKg/s1600-h/PROM+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373914148361122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhJrpMU6I/AAAAAAAAA2M/bEeFAwHofKg/s400/PROM+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SAY HI TO KQQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhJELjWhI/AAAAAAAAA2E/n0EGZNHBHj8/s1600-h/PROM+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373903555058194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhJELjWhI/AAAAAAAAA2E/n0EGZNHBHj8/s400/PROM+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the other 3 babes of 01. I'm sorry...BUT I'M MISSING MY 2 BABES OF 01 D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhI0Kq02I/AAAAAAAAA18/lnlaW5VGGfU/s1600-h/PROM+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373899256386402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQhI0Kq02I/AAAAAAAAA18/lnlaW5VGGfU/s400/PROM+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADA~ SMALL HEAD AND BIG HEAD. (YuHui and JiaLe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgMQ4u6tI/AAAAAAAAA10/6WRa1ZOEJv8/s1600-h/PROM+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372858993765074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgMQ4u6tI/AAAAAAAAA10/6WRa1ZOEJv8/s400/PROM+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and yuanCHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgMNBf1wI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8TP9LYoNNLk/s1600-h/PROM+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372857956783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgMNBf1wI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8TP9LYoNNLk/s400/PROM+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...the photographer is slow...:/ ..making me angry! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgL5OwIKI/AAAAAAAAA1k/P-9swwQc0g0/s1600-h/PROM+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372852643668130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgL5OwIKI/AAAAAAAAA1k/P-9swwQc0g0/s400/PROM+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh~ I love joyce~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgLvDPlWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dvsHlT9JKWw/s1600-h/PROM+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372849911043426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgLvDPlWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dvsHlT9JKWw/s400/PROM+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T1~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgLfeitVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/S1zF3B_h_Ps/s1600-h/PROM+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372845730575698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQgLfeitVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/S1zF3B_h_Ps/s400/PROM+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQevNUznyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/LM2c_QmVX9s/s1600-h/PROM+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371260309937954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQevNUznyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/LM2c_QmVX9s/s400/PROM+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date for the night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeu_AcBgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Bb2874_XlO4/s1600-h/PROM+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371256466408962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeu_AcBgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Bb2874_XlO4/s400/PROM+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShuLi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeuikCTUI/AAAAAAAAA08/vtMwk6h5TYk/s1600-h/PROM+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371248831089986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeuikCTUI/AAAAAAAAA08/vtMwk6h5TYk/s400/PROM+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kerk..and Mr Liw's itchy hand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeuR2Qo4I/AAAAAAAAA00/Iuy28Wooymk/s1600-h/PROM+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371244344124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeuR2Qo4I/AAAAAAAAA00/Iuy28Wooymk/s400/PROM+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KS and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeuP9ZGSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/v-x4tCHHl1I/s1600-h/PROM+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371243837167906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQeuP9ZGSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/v-x4tCHHl1I/s400/PROM+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat. TIGER. Lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQca7-nCDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FU5r7UwsoOI/s1600-h/PROM+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368713032796210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQca7-nCDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FU5r7UwsoOI/s400/PROM+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcam_TgLI/AAAAAAAAA0c/N5A7h_t-neg/s1600-h/PROM+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368707398566066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcam_TgLI/AAAAAAAAA0c/N5A7h_t-neg/s400/PROM+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and MingHan. (Was really very surprised when he asked me for a picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcabjRlqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jubjzIDOxLk/s1600-h/PROM+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368704328210082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcabjRlqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jubjzIDOxLk/s400/PROM+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet..yet again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcaH4uACI/AAAAAAAAA0M/OvibVYvygHM/s1600-h/PROM+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368699049443362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcaH4uACI/AAAAAAAAA0M/OvibVYvygHM/s400/PROM+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcZ5piaVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/7_WMgOf-OU0/s1600-h/PROM+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368695227672914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQcZ5piaVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/7_WMgOf-OU0/s400/PROM+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbp_0amGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8mBFJoQQArU/s1600-h/PROM+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367872250189922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbp_0amGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8mBFJoQQArU/s400/PROM+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darlings~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbpseP8hI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UYynzu23-kc/s1600-h/PROM+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367867056943634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbpseP8hI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UYynzu23-kc/s400/PROM+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbpZy2KmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v9Lzd5FgLnI/s1600-h/PROM+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367862043060834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbpZy2KmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v9Lzd5FgLnI/s400/PROM+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbpFrosJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/vSGByhHY3BI/s1600-h/PROM+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367856644108434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbpFrosJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/vSGByhHY3BI/s400/PROM+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said..."Who did this type of thing? So crazy?!"...She didn't realise it was me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbo3OsqRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PoCTWdsCSqA/s1600-h/PROM+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367852764637458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQbo3OsqRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PoCTWdsCSqA/s400/PROM+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaaWbyHwI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7u9x7TNr28s/s1600-h/PROM+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366503931354882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaaWbyHwI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7u9x7TNr28s/s400/PROM+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaaIbIYdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/StfQ01j7pOM/s1600-h/PROM+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366500170523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaaIbIYdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/StfQ01j7pOM/s400/PROM+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaaLR-QmI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aC7Selsp-_c/s1600-h/PROM+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366500937417314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaaLR-QmI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aC7Selsp-_c/s400/PROM+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaZ75XXmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/T9dWEQG2q6M/s1600-h/PROM+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366496807673442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaZ75XXmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/T9dWEQG2q6M/s400/PROM+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEOZHENGWEI.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaZlmY--I/AAAAAAAAAy0/NbRv_SoOjbU/s1600-h/PROM+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366490822507490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQaZlmY--I/AAAAAAAAAy0/NbRv_SoOjbU/s400/PROM+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrvjRobI/AAAAAAAAAys/CHX5Rzu19EQ/s1600-h/PROM+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365703219814834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrvjRobI/AAAAAAAAAys/CHX5Rzu19EQ/s400/PROM+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancing!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrhntscI/AAAAAAAAAyk/j96RrpxK4wo/s1600-h/PROM+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365699480334786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrhntscI/AAAAAAAAAyk/j96RrpxK4wo/s400/PROM+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrXtyvjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/dBLwKRlLo14/s1600-h/PROM+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365696821476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrXtyvjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/dBLwKRlLo14/s400/PROM+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrDpM63I/AAAAAAAAAyU/35TS0mouWqA/s1600-h/PROM+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365691433511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZrDpM63I/AAAAAAAAAyU/35TS0mouWqA/s400/PROM+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His 11th prize and my 1st prize. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZqlfi_0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/2oPeEFG2m1M/s1600-h/PROM+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365683339951938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQZqlfi_0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/2oPeEFG2m1M/s400/PROM+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the PromKing. He looked super untidy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYzoyTEyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/CUTltPlZmxE/s1600-h/PROM+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270364739331101474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYzoyTEyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/CUTltPlZmxE/s400/PROM+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rainer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYzVNbZvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/tJCBVCj-OH4/s1600-h/PROM+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270364734076184306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYzVNbZvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/tJCBVCj-OH4/s400/PROM+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ZW and ZL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYy4k7L-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/rjIHDCNVL1c/s1600-h/PROM+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270364726390108130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYy4k7L-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/rjIHDCNVL1c/s400/PROM+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chubin~ and YUHUI AS BACKGROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYys2Ei2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/NMN_HeN6Nk8/s1600-h/PROM+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270364723240799074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYys2Ei2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/NMN_HeN6Nk8/s400/PROM+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrinanananan!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYydHkokI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ouDwSc2hH7U/s1600-h/PROM+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270364719019237954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQYydHkokI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ouDwSc2hH7U/s400/PROM+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Blackie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXUcs40jI/AAAAAAAAAxU/v2NEJxGlxt8/s1600-h/PROM+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270363103999611442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXUcs40jI/AAAAAAAAAxU/v2NEJxGlxt8/s400/PROM+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junhao and AHPAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXUJFKMyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/psir-x4RBgo/s1600-h/PROM+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270363098732704546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXUJFKMyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/psir-x4RBgo/s400/PROM+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Junhao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXT1QgPbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_GF1FPKDfow/s1600-h/PROM+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270363093411577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXT1QgPbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_GF1FPKDfow/s400/PROM+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bochao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXTjoHJsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/o0OXORyxuak/s1600-h/PROM+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270363088678758082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQXTjoHJsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/o0OXORyxuak/s400/PROM+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDloFOGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/TH5R4_whlg4/s1600-h/PROM+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270361714825967714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDloFOGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/TH5R4_whlg4/s400/PROM+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDtxD_pI/AAAAAAAAAws/KiI4m02hx2U/s1600-h/PROM+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270361717011119762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDtxD_pI/AAAAAAAAAws/KiI4m02hx2U/s400/PROM+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDdwIBkI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w6FartzYG5w/s1600-h/PROM+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270361712712222274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDdwIBkI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w6FartzYG5w/s400/PROM+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat. Me. Michelle. (SAME WATCH IN OBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDHZTB3I/AAAAAAAAAwc/SNRPRPtKgqE/s1600-h/PROM+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270361706710894450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWDHZTB3I/AAAAAAAAAwc/SNRPRPtKgqE/s400/PROM+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; t1 yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWC5m-cZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6K6CoukJQfE/s1600-h/PROM+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270361703010169234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQWC5m-cZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6K6CoukJQfE/s400/PROM+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison and I. BEST SMILE BEST SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVTuG803I/AAAAAAAAAwM/l7qhwvSfVCU/s1600-h/PROM+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360892469203826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVTuG803I/AAAAAAAAAwM/l7qhwvSfVCU/s400/PROM+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YeeTing and Viv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVTQSIMKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_pwriAxeoYA/s1600-h/PROM+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360884463022242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVTQSIMKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_pwriAxeoYA/s400/PROM+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MISS BEST SMILE AND PAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVTPBSGPI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5HSVbv9pVig/s1600-h/PROM+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360884123932914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVTPBSGPI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5HSVbv9pVig/s400/PROM+128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and MR SAXOPHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVS87jXFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/yLz2Ds04PZY/s1600-h/PROM+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360879268060242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVS87jXFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/yLz2Ds04PZY/s400/PROM+129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herianti~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVSuTzqgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cfdiZfJGdS4/s1600-h/PROM+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360875343260162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQVSuTzqgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cfdiZfJGdS4/s400/PROM+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATIQAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-w1DncI/AAAAAAAAAvk/zlClz8esgrk/s1600-h/PROM+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359432910577090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-w1DncI/AAAAAAAAAvk/zlClz8esgrk/s400/PROM+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUN FOR DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-qh8jcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_Dxd4r2fybA/s1600-h/PROM+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359431219809730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-qh8jcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_Dxd4r2fybA/s400/PROM+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUI JING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-d8FkHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7OAI9a62Bpk/s1600-h/PROM+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359427839791218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-d8FkHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7OAI9a62Bpk/s400/PROM+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MingZe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-AAtgaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uBnMxrKVY0I/s1600-h/PROM+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359419806122402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT-AAtgaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uBnMxrKVY0I/s400/PROM+134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YanShuang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT9wTwqAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/DvHlkKxxTvo/s1600-h/PROM+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359415591053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQT9wTwqAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/DvHlkKxxTvo/s400/PROM+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYS-ten years series (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTQn9VLaI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XrP1L2oyH9A/s1600-h/PROM+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358640255380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTQn9VLaI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XrP1L2oyH9A/s400/PROM+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTQXWAaMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6_5SWItRhjM/s1600-h/PROM+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358635795474626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTQXWAaMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6_5SWItRhjM/s400/PROM+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChunYueh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTQcclctI/AAAAAAAAAus/gIdbJb0vaTk/s1600-h/PROM+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358637165245138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTQcclctI/AAAAAAAAAus/gIdbJb0vaTk/s400/PROM+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KJ and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTP7IXpmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6sh2BsvJbUQ/s1600-h/PROM+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358628222084706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTP7IXpmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6sh2BsvJbUQ/s400/PROM+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Koh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTP-5bqeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zEM4hM5BSd0/s1600-h/PROM+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358629233175010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQTP-5bqeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zEM4hM5BSd0/s400/PROM+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the cornets/trumpeters (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ43jsKDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/VBpzgxLmBMc/s1600-h/PROM+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270356033102686258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ43jsKDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/VBpzgxLmBMc/s400/PROM+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..He said he wanted my prize. So, he got the top prize and I'm the PromKing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ43g9NnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/QWFox3Mn2FE/s1600-h/PROM+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270356033091221106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ43g9NnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/QWFox3Mn2FE/s400/PROM+142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eugene and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ4lEeFZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/lDG9o1op5zQ/s1600-h/PROM+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270356028139902354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ4lEeFZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/lDG9o1op5zQ/s400/PROM+143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and JunYuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ4RQANWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rAuQjWLN2ig/s1600-h/PROM+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270356022819566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ4RQANWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rAuQjWLN2ig/s400/PROM+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pat and Me. SO ROMANTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ4Ah2I4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/qLwGFAr2Pfk/s1600-h/PROM+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270356018331001730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQQ4Ah2I4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/qLwGFAr2Pfk/s400/PROM+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPD-DVzCI/AAAAAAAAAts/PyIcoTOgukU/s1600-h/PROM+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354024801356834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPD-DVzCI/AAAAAAAAAts/PyIcoTOgukU/s400/PROM+146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDjaOjvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9A7h6ieQxLE/s1600-h/PROM+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354017649594098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDjaOjvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9A7h6ieQxLE/s400/PROM+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..look for the contrast below. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDlAKtdI/AAAAAAAAAtc/5jZnfUQsT5w/s1600-h/PROM+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354018077160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDlAKtdI/AAAAAAAAAtc/5jZnfUQsT5w/s400/PROM+148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDYq7hZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C98n7GjXwxU/s1600-h/PROM+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354014766859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDYq7hZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C98n7GjXwxU/s400/PROM+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and YanHan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDCseVSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4pFg6YeMTlo/s1600-h/PROM+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354008867755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQPDCseVSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4pFg6YeMTlo/s400/PROM+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CAMERA ZONKED OUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ELABORATED MORE IN ENXT POST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-932281020895776764?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/932281020895776764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=932281020895776764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/932281020895776764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/932281020895776764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-of-prom.html' title='Pictures of Prom !'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SSQzqw32dbI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BjKNku9jkZI/s72-c/PROM+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-619537770698879915</id><published>2008-11-16T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:34:40.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my dreams..</title><content type='html'>Heh, if you're my close friend or anything, you should know that I don't and can't remeber my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I remembered my dream today.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(When I prefer not to..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT I DREAMT OF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah. I really don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario was not in the hall just somne random classroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there to get my result.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after I got it, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(I don't know from who 'cause it somehow miraculously appeared in my hands)&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't look at it, folded and put into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(This part is ludicrous..HOW CAN I NOT LOOK AT IT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I went to talk to WeiLun, for what reason I'm unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one split second, I'm transported to some weird place and I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS CAI HONG.&lt;br /&gt;CAI LAO SHI ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she gave me a disappointed look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like " Hello? Why do you look so sad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she said my result was not up to expectation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantically, I open my bag and look at my result of HMT, which was the last on the slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to look at all of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LIGHTNING BOLTS AND THUNDERSTORMS PLEASE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an assortment of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 or 3 A1s.&lt;br /&gt;1 A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;2 E8, Physics and one more subject.&lt;br /&gt;1 B4 for Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEHELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know I should have 9/10 grades but apparently there's no English.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, then I became very, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;And in one split second I'm back to outside the classroom with WeiLun and some girls in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to cry..while squatting outside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiLun came out to find me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I totally broke down when I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "My L1R5 is 22.." while crying.&lt;br /&gt;And, I keep thinking that I can;t even enter a Junior College or even get a good course in a polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, WeiLun was at a loss of words and keep giving my sympathetic glances.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;AND I WOKE UP FEELING VERY VERY VERY SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THUS END MY DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done for remembering such sad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO ORCHARD...again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-1764769865737708019.post-155957369369532358</id><published>2008-11-15T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:34:23.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "important" thing in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100;color:#cc0000;"&gt;L.O.V.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been eons ago since I've rant about such issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, it's kind of sad to admit, but I've become more cynical towards love between two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, who don't wish to be idealistic towards love?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't wish for eternity and a soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am no longer holding on to this belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing or a chore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, with just a slight mistake, it could easily turn awry.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a beautiful piece of glass artwork, once shattered, something's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think negatively, it'll have many cracks and hence become fragile.&lt;br /&gt;One has to tread carefully lest it breaks again and all the flaws would at once become too obvious for everyone's liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if one is an optimist, one can easily treat those cracks as something unique and special that no other people on the world can have.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons which you have come to learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets which you have learn to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels which have been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;Cracks which symbolises how much both of yuou have went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's fragile.&lt;br /&gt;However, if held close to the heart and carefully carried in the hands, it shouldn't be too hard hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think, all of us anticipate the taste of love since we become aware of the presence and existance of it.&lt;br /&gt;Even when we're too immature, we carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the time ain't right, we jump straight in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, while carrying misconceptions that love is a fairytale, we always expect our other halves to be the perfect person in our life.&lt;br /&gt;They should only do the things we like.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; with it, we have settled our life and rested our case as we've found a person who loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship does require a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only must one love the strengths of the other, he must also come to accept all the flaws of the others.&lt;br /&gt;Likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;Opinions and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Tone and words.&lt;br /&gt;Gestures and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, "I love you" doesn't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always start off, thinking that since he/she is our love, we must spend as much time with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;However, is love the only thing in our life?&lt;br /&gt;Not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, before you "love" appeared in your life, have you been living well?&lt;br /&gt;Have you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Have you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Do you treat your friends nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, once the "love" steps in, someone's life changes overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so illogical how one can just revolve round and round the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, where are your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Or have they just been dummies in your life, accompanying you ONLY when your "love" is not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you want yourself to be happy, and your partner to be, your friends can and should be sacrifices?&lt;br /&gt;Not so, not so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's a part of life and not the whole of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hence, I'm sorry to say, couples who spend day and night together will most probably not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Once I realised that relationships CAN be such a dread and chore, the beautiful and twinkling image of it is..crushed.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard as it requires both sides working hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;One minute, one party may be slogging his/her guts out while the next he/she just threw his/her hands up in the end, surrendering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things happen...more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take.&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't know?&lt;br /&gt;But..who really does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, giving can be a habit, likewise for taking.&lt;br /&gt;Unbalance.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many troubles, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I don't get it when people are so desperate for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your don't go in search for love.&lt;br /&gt;When it arrives, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, a life without a distinct love means that you can have more time with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's agreeable that it's sweet to have someone to call your own.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who treats you like you're everything in his world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is willing to do so much for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...again.&lt;br /&gt;Such treatments do not neccesarily last long too.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habits, taken for granted, laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Novelty of a relationship and a new boyfriend/girlfriend does wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it'll be the time to learn to live without that much sparks in the relationship hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will then start being paranoid for the lack of love, becoming overly suspicious and become jeslous easily.&lt;br /&gt;What a dread~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, love is just like two gears which barely fits turning together.&lt;br /&gt;With time, both might experience wear and tear and turn more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Or.&lt;br /&gt;One may just drop off due to the unbearable tension experiences.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's this period which is the fightings and quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...well, it's kind of evident.&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust all those "love forever and ever" and "happily ever after" crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is not in anyone's control.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no one can be fully trusted in the world as all has their own weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one weakness may be his other half.&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe, for her own good, he may also leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love..unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Love..unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love..is it really needed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-155957369369532358?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/155957369369532358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=155957369369532358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/155957369369532358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/155957369369532358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;WeiLi commented that my post is getting dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout, "I AGREE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the volunteery work, I'm kind of disappointed and dejected 'cause there's a age limit everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;I'm F I F T E E N .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very depressing actually..&lt;br /&gt;'cause I want to become a befriender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple form, it's just chatting and visiting the people.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, but I guess this kind of things do require a certain maturity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually contemplated going to the Institute of Mental Health to help.&lt;br /&gt;But, well, expected, it has a age limit.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it's undeniable that I'm a lil' scared too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I'll accidental;ly trigger off some memories of theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, even if I am sixteen, I doubt that I can become a befriender.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I'll be assigned to be a tutor or to do adminstration work.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I am against doing all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, these kind of things are not what I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well go to any public library and aid them in arranging book, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;I really want to spend this holiday meaningfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody has any ideas in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I shall promise myself to help in doing housework and stop displaying sucky attitude to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLERATION TESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's really very irritating that it makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she doesn't deserve my snappings and irritated tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY MY BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-900425418246677290?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/900425418246677290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=900425418246677290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/900425418246677290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;It's been so long since I've went out with them!~&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, I'm getting impatient with the slowpoke-ChaiWeeKiat.&lt;br /&gt;*Taps and drums fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal WAS about 2 miles from me.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's 782402509710 miles from me.&lt;br /&gt;T.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I AWAIT YOUR ARRIVAL ON TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;ASTOUNDED&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hidden meanings.&lt;br /&gt;I hate hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just come straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't accuse me when you lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I guess, it's my fault for allowing my stand to be swayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't like being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's been so long since I felt serious anger.&lt;br /&gt;But I realised, I don't like being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA LET GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNHAPPINESS LEVEL REFRESHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;Well..At least I'll try to think so.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;BURY.&lt;br /&gt;DUMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF.&lt;br /&gt;Disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4852844189712507935?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4852844189712507935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4852844189712507935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4852844189712507935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4852844189712507935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/contracdictions.html' title='Contracdictions.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-9047218542674608190</id><published>2008-11-14T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:03:20.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million thanks.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the barberque.&lt;br /&gt;Ooolala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda not very successful but I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, or rather, today at midnight, I realised a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I think that I've become more and more pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt, when you're too passive, you'll be the one who'll be suffering and forgotten at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised, there'll still be people caring for me, albeith not all.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;There's some friends who always make you feel worthless but there'll be some who always make you feel priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now is, am i supposed to treat all equally?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just shun those friends who make me feel utterly worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I think I'm thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A millions of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've bet on such serious issue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a spirit damper, but I don't want to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hinder anyone's chance of being happy 'cause I'll feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a silent audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, please, don't make me feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;'cause, the day will come when even a fool will feel immuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dread that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, they'll not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look, I'm not that sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till 31 December 2008 will I have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it won't be too long before I proclaim myself to losing a bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-9047218542674608190?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/9047218542674608190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=9047218542674608190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Went Kbox yesterday with 3 darlings.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with another.&lt;br /&gt;ON the way home, changed direction to mett back my 3 darlings.&lt;br /&gt;Sent 1 home.&lt;br /&gt;LRT-ed with the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally home at 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, too tired, and successfully zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up groggy.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, lala~&lt;br /&gt;My Os over but I don't really feel anything since I've been relaxing since the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to buy food for the barberque later on~&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up 'cause I'll love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to wake up at all.&lt;br /&gt;But...well, there's O..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;I am so not going to care since well, you don't bother either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;But no, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's all about respecting and accepting.&lt;br /&gt;I mourn over the fact that you only find me when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, should I stoop so low to be happy that at least I'll be the one you find when you're in need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7627139940725738321?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7627139940725738321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Os ending, I am gonna slow down the pace of my life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna accompany anyone who needs company.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with my darling mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; allocate time for myself to just think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME TO SAY THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME TO GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME TO STOP BEING THE OBSTINATE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;THE TIME TO BE GIVING.&lt;br /&gt;TO SHARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it reminds me~&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing voluntary work!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to do~&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas~&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to the SPCA, an orphanage or an old folks' home.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY SCARED OF CATS, AND A LIL' OF DOGS.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T REALLY LIKE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAN'T SPEAK DIALECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYMAMA.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so ridiculous~&lt;br /&gt;I'm more inclined towards the orphanage and old folks' home though!&lt;br /&gt;Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I want to stop being a self-centered person~&lt;br /&gt;AND. &lt;br /&gt;I  want to put words into actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I've written in my Os essay, I meant every word I say.&lt;br /&gt;The society is getting too cold for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can't condemn teenager, or even friends, who don't feel any need to help those in need.&lt;br /&gt;'cause not every see the world in the view I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;It's yours.&lt;br /&gt;It's his.&lt;br /&gt;It's hers.&lt;br /&gt;It's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all spend it in ways we think it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, due to the  unwanted competition, we all strive to do our best and adhere to the system of meritocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not need to leave footprints in ONLY my own life.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, humans are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are different ways in which people are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are stingy in terms of money.&lt;br /&gt;Some falter under the stress of competition.&lt;br /&gt;Some stand strong when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;Some find no need in having a looser grip on their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our self-obsession time.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, FOR ME, IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy and mummy is getting older.&lt;br /&gt;They're getting tired and weaker.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm no way near my graduation day from a university.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not any step closer to securing a stable income to contributing to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; do remember, I am born with parents and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to clear any ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not suffer under the fate of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;To not go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;To have a shelter over my head.&lt;br /&gt;To spend so much money~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can't help how we are born.&lt;br /&gt;And what we are born into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances which ain't in our control~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BRING JOY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2901505035096277921?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2901505035096277921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I'm back! (:</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Was practically beyond nonsensical yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SRUY13YsHtI/AAAAAAAAAos/YmsJZ9rXApQ/s1600-h/nthtodo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142652959301330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SRUY13YsHtI/AAAAAAAAAos/YmsJZ9rXApQ/s400/nthtodo..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Went home STRAIGHT after Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked, and tried to hear cows moo, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bukit Panjang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with Eugene which is an unexpected surprise?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even know he'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Planned to pool with Zhiying and TingYan.&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, it's just a failed plan.&lt;br /&gt;So Mahjong mahjong~&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel kind of nostalgic today, bear with me k?&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say thank you to anyone who has been a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm really trying hard to be nice~&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So, even if I don't like certain things, I'll accede.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;Simply because, even if I feel terrible right now, I'm certain that I'll bounce back the day after.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid that I'll be beyond fatigue before I accomplish my "mission".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm bound to feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Feel paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, actions do speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;When people didn't expect you to be there, you gave a promise.&lt;br /&gt;But, the problem is, will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when a crisis struck, you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;What about the parts and parcels of life?&lt;br /&gt;You are absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't give any promises that you ain't able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ironic at times, that some promises looks to be bonuses in life 'cause we don't expect them to be there.&lt;br /&gt;However, when it all boils down, the promise is still not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps to give empty hopes and reassurance, that I'll give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my promise will only be : "I will TRY to be nicer. Not I WILL be nicer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm entitled to mood swings too~&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes hard not to think what would happened if not for...&lt;br /&gt;If not for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it just concludes that I'll treat any promises like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's to ensure I won't have any hopes for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To be lenient with others and be strict with oneself!&lt;br /&gt;(Comes from a Chinese proverb which I forgot :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be there for everyone and not expect everyone to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH!&lt;br /&gt;I WAS VERY INSPIRED BY A NEWSPAPER &lt;s&gt;ARTICLE&lt;/s&gt; HEADING.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; SUDDENLY, I DON'T MIND BEING A TEACHER FOR A SPECIAL SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me and my ideas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHOLOGIST.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL WORKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S MORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing something adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUNGEE JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRAVE ADRENALINE RUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt that it's been very long since I've drop all troubles and really laugh like a crazy woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from Secondary education years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think many of us practically forgot that friends are the one who will always be there for us eventually in some point of the past 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;In out fervent pursuit for love, or just some kind of status with the opposite gender, we neglected the people who are so close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lies, the denials, and only through subtle hints or just some minute details, they are the ones who know what we think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried our best to know and understand others, but never giving a second thoughts to people who know and understand us.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is a irony, but again, I doubt it's something any of us can control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years we tried to find ourselves and our real identities, who haven't tried to tried himself/herself just to fit, albeit an almost impossible fit.&lt;br /&gt;Who haven't tried to change or hide his/her opinions so as to avoid and prevent clashes and conflict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who haven't tried to appear like someone else, someone that we, ourselves think that others would most probably accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expanding out social circles, finding true friends, finding real love....&lt;br /&gt;All these are those unreasonable reasons we all hoped that the ones beside us will understand so as to allow us to roam free and easy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we need a listening ear, who is there?&lt;br /&gt;When we need company, who is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed easily.&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it'll always be my closet friend who receives the brunt of my temper and mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;However, they'll still be the ones who keep asking me am I alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, hur!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps, so treasure the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really want to say thank you to people who have really been nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, real concerned when I'm feeling terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goody bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8573249935144872292?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8573249935144872292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=8573249935144872292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8573249935144872292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8573249935144872292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha-im-back.html' title='Ha. 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(:'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SRUY13YsHtI/AAAAAAAAAos/YmsJZ9rXApQ/s72-c/nthtodo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-920029929315405594</id><published>2008-11-07T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:34:24.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritation~</title><content type='html'>I don't like my neighbours  moving house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New neighbours will move in.&lt;br /&gt;RENOVATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So noisy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-920029929315405594?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/920029929315405594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=920029929315405594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/920029929315405594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/920029929315405594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/irritation.html' title='Irritation~'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4034623481498991531</id><published>2008-11-07T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:54:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose your friends wisely. (:</title><content type='html'>Yes, after yesterday's incident, I realised that...we should all choose our friend wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay~ It's not because of yesterday's incident (Some girl called XinFang asked me run to Geylang~ HAHA!), but rather, some other (serious, not joking) incidents which I prefer not to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident(s), I realise that some people really treat others like dumb idiots.&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's not that one gets paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I, who gets paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it's evident who treats you the best and who takes you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Nopes, not saying that you don't treasure or cherish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, as said before, I don't treat friendship as a treaty whereby we trade.&lt;br /&gt;However, it sounds perfectly logical for me to treat those who treasure me better nicer right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, treat someone better who...&lt;br /&gt;1. Only think of you when all others are busy?&lt;br /&gt;2. Only approach you when they need company, regardless if you need company or need to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yea, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comprehend&lt;/span&gt; a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;If it was last time, I would have tried to understand.&lt;br /&gt;However, now, with so much years gone, I don't feel like questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things have happened before.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I question, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; give me the answer you once gave me.&lt;br /&gt;The answer that doesn't reflect in your actions at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why?&lt;br /&gt;Why ask and demand for an answer that will never come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;So, simply saying, kind of disappointed with one person.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still try to make it whenever he/she need me even if I feel I'm a substitute or what.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay~&lt;br /&gt;I mind, but he/she's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE'S DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4034623481498991531?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4034623481498991531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4034623481498991531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4034623481498991531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4034623481498991531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/choose-your-friends-wisely.html' title='Choose your friends wisely. (:'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1839216507721719234</id><published>2008-11-06T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:41:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some conversation with some african stranger.\&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: No intention of being a racist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GONG&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU WANT FOR SUPPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;GONG ?&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;I want frog leg porridge from geylang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;gong=say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;and hmm. BAO FROM TIONGBARU??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;*evil smile* i will add substances in tho. Shower you wth EXTRA love and care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;SOME FRIED MARS BARS AND FRIED KUAYTIAO FROM CCK BUS INTERCHANGE! THANKS AR!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;Can&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;confirm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah ~ wo deng ni o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hao. From this moment, I pronounced you a stranger&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;*heart break*&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;I go cut my wrist now!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;HUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;---tohjiale do not talk to strangers---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;omg!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;WORST. I GO JUMP ALRD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;---tohjiale do not care that a stranger cut his/her/its wrist or whether he/she/it jumps or not---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY HEARTLESS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;You ah?&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;I agree&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;I go nurse my splitting wound..&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;as long as great wall of china&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;spilling blood like yellow river&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG I feel like a genius&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can see that you've been revising for your lit&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;BAGUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;lmao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. I go watch 10brothers + revise lit. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;RMB MY SUPPER OH BAO BEI! *angelic smile*&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;wo deng zhe ni hui lai!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. zaijian le zuo jia le!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT MISS ME.&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;MING TIAN JIAN.&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;ok la..&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;I really going le.&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU IGNORING ME AR !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;ok ~ bye ~&lt;br /&gt;Xinfang says:&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LA&lt;br /&gt;jiale. says:&lt;br /&gt;you still here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this ends the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;What a scheming girl.&lt;br /&gt;~!@#$%^&amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore she live so far and want something from Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS STRANGER, DO AWAIT ME IN YOUR DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Human Geography was not very good.&lt;br /&gt;But, doable.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALEHMALEYHOM.&lt;br /&gt;A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appears that I'm rather slack during Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MSN almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Mr.Telly almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I go out rather frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I still am confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I underestimated O level.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I only think the Physics is a goner.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I've already bade farewell and hugged it goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, I think I have never said "Hello!" and welcome Physics ever.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really do hope I get the results I want and am confident of getting.&lt;br /&gt;I still put in a lot of efforts okay!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Just not as much.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Timbaland won't sing when I get my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, will this be the lesson to teach me not to be too arrogant and complacent?&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;MR.CAMBRIDGE, I'LL MARRY YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you prefer, I'LL NOT MARRY YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1839216507721719234?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1839216507721719234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1839216507721719234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1839216507721719234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1839216507721719234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-conversation-with-some-african.html' title=''/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-7234860046158099455</id><published>2008-11-06T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:47:20.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute friends that I have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; some cute and funny people all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Think I spread some disease to them.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal message on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; was, or rather, IS : 本小姐心情很阳光光光光光 (: SAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOHO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.O.U.R people came to talk and literally say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOHO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TingYan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YianLu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zhiying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LAMESHIT&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile to myself.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;...There's this very funny person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HOHO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He came and questioned me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY YOU SO HAPPY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lameshit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LEENGUANHAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ho, he won't see this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me tell you a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;TingYan&lt;/span&gt; kept on accusing me that I'm vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LEENGUANHAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TingYan&lt;/span&gt;, go and scold him.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ANYWAYWAYWAYWAYWAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was bathing and I thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I want to be &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; nice to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yeapps&lt;/span&gt;, so for now, you all must try and take advantage of me 'cause I don't know how long I'll last.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; till I die.&lt;br /&gt;But I bet the day I become mean is sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll only be nice to my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, if you're a passer-by, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not those people who are exceptionally nice to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I find no reason to be nice to people I &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless you're a friend's friend, I have no reason to be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treatment will only be made available to my family, friends, classmates, and &lt;i&gt;schoolmates&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that in italics?&lt;br /&gt;'cause I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;reservations&lt;/span&gt; regarding that group.&lt;br /&gt;Well...some are sort of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, well, I guess everyone will know where they stand.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;...G R A B the chance.&lt;br /&gt;L O L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do certain people treat strangers better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are strangers to them?&lt;br /&gt;Strangers are just unknowns who you chanced upon albeit having the potential to become a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sometimes, the contrast in treatment of a stranger and a friend of certain people makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;(See!~ I'm being mean again, but I don't have friends like this, so it's okay! (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, at the end of the day, why bother about the potential that he/she/it can be your friend?&lt;br /&gt;You already have a friend don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a social queen?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to enlarge your pool of friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality versus Quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that this type of people, sadly, will end up with neither quality nor quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, they are hurting the feelings of their friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm their friend, I'll think, "Why am I treated worse than a plain stranger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yea, I'm not nice to any strangers...not that I'm very nice to my friends, which I'm guilty of being not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is also partly due to poor first impressions people form of me.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUTUAL UN-NICE TREATMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find no single reason to be nice to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Find me 10 and I'll change my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you may go, "Hey, they might become your friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go, "Hell yea! Then wait for that day to come and I'll be nice to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also be letting the chance to make a great friend slip by.&lt;br /&gt;Again, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Since...I have a lot of wonderful friends around me!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;But, I only &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; a few SUPERB-QUALITY friends.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometimes, I'm too mean for my own good 'cause I see no reason to be nice to people I dislike or don't know.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I guess my shrugs of evil comments from others about me is probably derived from here.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do get affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't really get &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; affected 'cause it's really no business of mine how you perceive of me.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live to impress any strangers.&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't change when I heard negative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;feedbacks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're my family or friends, I'll try and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think this sounds logical!&lt;br /&gt;Why change for some idiot who gossips about you?&lt;br /&gt;Why care about some dense comments from people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very first place, they have no rights to judge me!&lt;br /&gt;Such stupid people who don't see what I do 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;So it's really ludicrous why they have the right to just throw out a negative comment based on a random action I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just so unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the reason why I don't give so much thoughts to what passer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;by(s)&lt;/span&gt; say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I was more affected when I was in Secondary 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;But, as I grew up, I see no point in being affected.&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps due to the fact that I'm starting to get immune due to too many stares and comments. L O L.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Talk for all you want.&lt;br /&gt;I will go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No more slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Felt relieved of a load.&lt;br /&gt;L.O.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging fever is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;PLOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7234860046158099455?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7234860046158099455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7234860046158099455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7234860046158099455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7234860046158099455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute-friends-that-i-have.html' title='Cute friends that I have.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-8591169998135154519</id><published>2008-11-05T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:23:21.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled with little things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;America decides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They'll have the first African American President - Barack Obama. &lt;/p&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of touched that due to racial issues Obama is still able to oversome the obstacle and be the next to be in charge of the Whitehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not implying that Americans are so dense to base their choice on the race of a person.&lt;br /&gt;However, well-knowing that racial issues is kind of severe in that country, it's still a feat.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it doesn't concern me directly.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share a piece of world news.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only left with 5 papers.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;13 papers down already.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it's fast but it sure has gone past with perhaps...5 blinks of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Higher Mother Tongue Paper 1 and 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't very prepared and I really do hope I'll get an A1 for it.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I bet my mummy will be kind of disappointed if I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I'm really kind of happy at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it dawned on me that I have completed so many subjects or perhaps the rain just now washed away my moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless of the reason, I want to scream to the whole world that Miss Toh Jia Le is very happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that many will care.&lt;br /&gt;But at least &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; (yes, you, the one reading my post)care.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my sister sent me an email of some fengshui thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A LOOK AT THE RESULTS OF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...TingYan's:&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back. You try to enjoy your life to the maximum and your lovelife is soon to blosoom. You will have a strong love relationship that will not last long but the memories will last forever. You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she sure is easy-going!&lt;br /&gt;About her lovelife...well...it's not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Go and ask her.&lt;br /&gt;CALL HER AT 9*******/6*******!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're a genius if you can decipher the numbers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mine:&lt;br /&gt;You are alert and your life is full of love. You have a lot of love and friendships in your life. Your love life will not be too great, but eventually you will find your soul mate. Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at time but will be the best thing for you, you will be glad for the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, mine's kinda accurate unless you find me dense, with a life full of hatred and no friendships in life.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that my love life will not be too great.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm abstaining from love/the notion of love (in the sense of a boy-girl relationship) now.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a soulmate sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH LU AH, I think they're referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be a mate to my soul?&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall look into the reflection that stares straight into me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA.&lt;br /&gt;OESHD STRIKES AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're not sure what it means, look back into the one of the March entries I posted.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Ha, don't trouble you.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;"Over-Enthusiastic and Self-High Disease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some serious blogging.&lt;br /&gt;But, too many people came to talk and all the ideas and thoughts ran away.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I show you guys why you all should view my blog in Internet Explorer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SRFSiPyn9_I/AAAAAAAAAok/LwXQ4wYNovc/s1600-h/difference+in+browsers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265080187680716786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SRFSiPyn9_I/AAAAAAAAAok/LwXQ4wYNovc/s400/difference+in+browsers..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the background! (FLOWERS and plain-whitish-white)&lt;br /&gt;There's the heading! (Hearts and words...and some cut-off nonsense.)&lt;br /&gt;There's the title of the post!&lt;br /&gt;The size of the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go study for like...Human Geography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I really feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;About alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;But my thoughts ran away.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS for reading.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8591169998135154519?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8591169998135154519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4946950541199160026</id><published>2008-11-02T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:48:34.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got an answer.</title><content type='html'>Thanks ah-lululululuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I owe you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;L O L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause sometimes, the heart takes over the mind in emotional matters.&lt;br /&gt;I conceal how I feel 'cause I don't want my heart to take control lest I appear like an emotional and hysterical freak.&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent 'cause I don't wish for any slight changes; I don't want any unnaturally nice treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, after a prolonged period, immunisation will take place -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The heart no longer feels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The eyes no longer see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ears no loner hear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's simply nothing else to mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I hope, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tones.&lt;br /&gt;Gestures.&lt;br /&gt;Insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，不论你对一个人的好，什么也换不回。&lt;br /&gt;的确，友谊不是一场交易。&lt;br /&gt;但，我要的也不是一箩筐的"谢谢"与无时无刻的珍惜；我只是单单地不愿被遗忘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things had gone on without me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when I realised, a sense of despair washed over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as though I was trapped in a humongous stone-cold castle.&lt;br /&gt;And, there are unstoppable and uncontrollable echos around me...&lt;br /&gt;"Too late...too late...too late..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm afraid to touch any wall to attempt to stop the chants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that with just a slight touch, the stones will crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then, everything's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes I think.&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn't bothered to ask me anything about any plans made, why bother now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't involved in anything.&lt;br /&gt;What make you think I will accede to everything planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause a large part of me resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the plans you guys want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I hope everything will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ulniaymil.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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think you see &lt;br /&gt;Who I really am &lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know me &lt;br /&gt;Every day &lt;br /&gt;It's as if I play a part &lt;br /&gt;Now I see &lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask &lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world &lt;br /&gt;But I cannot fool my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see &lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me? &lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show &lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now &lt;br /&gt;In a world where I &lt;br /&gt;Have to hide my heart &lt;br /&gt;And what I believe in &lt;br /&gt;But somehow &lt;br /&gt;I will show the world &lt;br /&gt;What's inside my heart &lt;br /&gt;And be loved for who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see &lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me? &lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection &lt;br /&gt;Someone I don't know? &lt;br /&gt;Must I pretend that I'm &lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time? &lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show &lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a heart that must be &lt;br /&gt;Free to fly &lt;br /&gt;That burns with a need to know &lt;br /&gt;The reason why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all conceal &lt;br /&gt;What we think, how we feel? &lt;br /&gt;Must there be a secret me &lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to hide? &lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend that I'm &lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time &lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show &lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show &lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 70+ songs, I heard this as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign?&lt;br /&gt;A representation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing the rebellious streak in me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing the urge to voice myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of losing myself, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go and be genuinely fine, or at least appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't have the courage to spill how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to post anything 'cause I don't want to tread on any toes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to even hint 'cause I'm afraid that something will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend that all is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceal.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it's what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I speak, I want to take responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;With this, I took away my rights to speak 'cause I don't want to hurt any feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to think through.&lt;br /&gt;But my gear in the brain somehow jammed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I should think and what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for letting myself down for not letting my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for letting you(anyone)down for paying heed to small things.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for anything that I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like myself like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for anyone who need me, no matter will they be there for me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm not having any second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Just realise that it's harder than it seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not born nice.&lt;br /&gt;Not as nice as those sweet little ladies you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be more considerate.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7464285992454721354?l=just-15.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-1764769865737708019.post-8631620697825901222</id><published>2008-10-31T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:48:29.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An angry friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SQsm3-lJfxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gnkr1WrsOls/s1600-h/lu-fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SQsm3-lJfxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gnkr1WrsOls/s400/lu-fuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263343332646027026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Why nowadays people so fierce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamamamma ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pleasure to spend time with you, my babe.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, as the sun will be shining.&lt;br /&gt;Be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BY AND BY. TO START OFF ANOTHER TOPIC/SUBJECT OR WHATSOEVER, the powerful "." will be used.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH&lt;br /&gt;YIANLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIALE&lt;br /&gt;CUTE&lt;br /&gt;CLEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIANLU&lt;br /&gt;SCOLDED FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8631620697825901222?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8631620697825901222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=8631620697825901222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8631620697825901222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8631620697825901222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/angry-friend.html' title='An angry friend.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SQsm3-lJfxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gnkr1WrsOls/s72-c/lu-fuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-708426176356122318</id><published>2008-10-30T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:32:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there.</title><content type='html'>And, I hope &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; know that I'll be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;We'll all be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be there when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise that won't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-708426176356122318?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/708426176356122318/comments/default' title='Post 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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-1764769865737708019.post-3817529676725288626</id><published>2008-10-30T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:59:28.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>That uplifted corners of the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best way to brush past all uncertain issue.&lt;br /&gt;First step to genuine happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;...&lt;br /&gt;It's also the last taunt to people who sadden or anger you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, s m i l e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pictured tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SQk_FaRuzlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2Vm-nxx0kME/s1600-h/dog_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SQk_FaRuzlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2Vm-nxx0kME/s400/dog_smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262807001744723538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it brigtens your day.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-3817529676725288626?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/3817529676725288626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=3817529676725288626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3817529676725288626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sometimes, speaking certain aloud don't earn you securities, like what you wished.&lt;br /&gt;But...it just wedge in between, stuck there for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I mind, I zip my mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...when it comes to the end, I guess...in the game of life, there's no one to blame, but &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-6314186539507962101?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/6314186539507962101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=6314186539507962101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6314186539507962101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/6314186539507962101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-it-lies-with-me.html' title='I think it lies with me.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-2367762388997720975</id><published>2008-10-26T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:12:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I feel extremely R.E.S.T.L.E.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have good time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of family, friends, or study, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I realise, I'm more insecure than I'll ever let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I have too much time to myself recently.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my thoughts are running wild, but rather, I'm reflecting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think that I run away from sadness.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I want to be happy to make others happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, all the smiles and laughters are just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes, there's just not a channel for you to let loose of everything you think.&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself straying.&lt;br /&gt;From everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere here and nowhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes, I find myself, longing for a place where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for someone who would always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Longing for some stability and secure.&lt;br /&gt;Longing for something which I do not even know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for change.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want change at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want commitment.&lt;br /&gt;But I dread commitment at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want promises.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that someday, all promises would be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;For all these, I've come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I ever did was 100% right or 100% successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cynical.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm idealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;But I dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;'cause apparently, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D o n ' t .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-2367762388997720975?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/2367762388997720975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=2367762388997720975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/2367762388997720975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ease I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pretense.&lt;br /&gt;No hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;True friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-5132154445075849479?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/5132154445075849479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=5132154445075849479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/5132154445075849479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Today ia a double maths day, but quite relax compared to like...yesterday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG'S DRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch some forest fire soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; perhaps haze...that might spread to neighbouring blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.GEOG IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a super high mood today.&lt;br /&gt;LALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSERVERE.&lt;br /&gt;GOGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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happiness.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1627657558332595167</id><published>2008-10-23T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:42:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The urgency.</title><content type='html'>I need to hold on to everything.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm afraid I'll lost touch with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got an insistent and urgent calling.&lt;br /&gt;To meet up with every single one of the souls who've made an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, one's that important to me doesn't necessary mean I'm important to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cherish.&lt;br /&gt;To treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;1 condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I mean something to the opposite party.&lt;br /&gt;At least the opposite party is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;1 week passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO BE FREE SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R O A R .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand strongly by my principles, and sadly, my instincts too.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel against something strongly, I stick by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when I think you're not a good friend, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many things to rant, but I don't think this is a good avenue.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE ASK YOU TO HELP THEM TO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU REALISED THAT THEY ARE NOT ASKING YOU TO DO IT 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE BEST PERSON, BUT BECAUSE THAT SOMEONE DON'T WANT TO TROUBLE ANOTHER PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU FEEL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so bloodly like a jerk hur.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps couples DO rub off each other, to become like how the other is like.&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1627657558332595167?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1627657558332595167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1627657558332595167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical geography is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D . O . N . E .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the examination room stressed till the breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out.&lt;br /&gt;Relief washed over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I know I will done well.&lt;br /&gt;But, simply because, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone promptly dropped out from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I shall not take the examination with the result weighing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I will take it, knowing that I've tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my daddy will love me regardless of my results.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to take the exmaination under a relaxing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN, RUN AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY IS HALF DONE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMESHIT.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm feeling very very very H I G H now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I am still holding on.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to a foolish thing.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-7415125047970669064?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/7415125047970669064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=7415125047970669064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7415125047970669064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/7415125047970669064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/light-hearted.html' title='Light-hearted.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4417943040480078974</id><published>2008-10-23T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:15:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>My daddy's stressing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I have a car to take everyday to the examinations.&lt;br /&gt;But, if it's stressing me so badly, I rather not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he came home and told me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, he postponed/cancelled a trip to China just to take me to the examination ground everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's true or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he added something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, he's supporting me by taking me to scholl everyday, I should score well.&lt;br /&gt;'cause my failure is his failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he know?&lt;br /&gt;Know that I don't do well under stressful conditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; does he even know, he's stressing me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4417943040480078974?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4417943040480078974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4417943040480078974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4417943040480078974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4417943040480078974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-3174184940634994862</id><published>2008-10-22T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:01:54.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh geez.</title><content type='html'>I'm  e x h a u s t e d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Level is pushing me to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Day 3 and I feel so dead.&lt;br /&gt;4 more papers to go for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I return home so hungry and tired.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, once my head hit the pillow, thoughts will just swarm around my head.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;Totally spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;Taking its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;m finishing the chicken essence at home!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My mama is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Pampers me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She'll purposely stay home and cook for me.&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter whta, she always tells me it's alright. When I woke up late today, she just keep saying, "Never mind, never mind." and gave me food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daday is really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He comes home just to fetch me to school for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't let them down, especially my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I can't fall asleep everyday despite being so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-3174184940634994862?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/3174184940634994862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=3174184940634994862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3174184940634994862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/3174184940634994862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-geez.html' title='Oh geez.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-4662112360892187446</id><published>2008-10-21T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:03:55.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you don't flare up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the person is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you try not to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the person is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I realise.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the type of friend I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, because you're my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-4662112360892187446?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/4662112360892187446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=4662112360892187446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4662112360892187446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/4662112360892187446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/because.html' title='Because.'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-1891393134072233843</id><published>2008-10-19T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:47:52.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How wide is your love?</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;Towards anyone, you daddy, mummy, boyfriend, girlfriend, brothers, sisters, friends...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your way of showing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forcing and demanding them to do something that you think will eventually lead them to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Advising them on what to do but eventually accept what they choose and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let them do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inclined towards 1, till recent years, I strive to become 2.&lt;br /&gt;I would never become 3, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something kinda major happened at home.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I hold a different stand as my mother.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is not regarding me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see her being very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I disagree with her views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put it across to her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, don't you think it's kind of frustrating when whatever you view towards a particular sensitive subject is different from you mummy's view.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it'll hurt her if you say it tactlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope everything will become alright.&lt;br /&gt;'cause if it takes a downturn, I'm afraid it'll be a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that may break everything apart.&lt;br /&gt;One that might hurt both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Singapore claim herself to be liberal and democratic - please recall The Pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the 'democratic' here is self-governing and independent, and not egalitarian, free and uncensored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we are no longer that conservative.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing and hugging can be seen everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you're lucky, perhaps even sex - refer to my incident this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that are in all our heads.&lt;br /&gt;Are we as liberal as we all seem to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this all a facade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade that pleases us all to think that "Ooi, we're all open-minded and free!"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever think about it?&lt;br /&gt;Through all our life, we are taught not to be racist, sexist and being discriminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, take a look at the education system.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all being classified again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranks in class.&lt;br /&gt;The 'best' class and the 'worst' class, yes, I bet you've chanced upon this few terms more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM1, EM2 and Em3.&lt;br /&gt;Special, Express, Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Junior colleges, polytechnics, institutions of technical education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see?&lt;br /&gt;It's all but a filtering system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more gets leave out of the 'superior' stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are we supposed to judge or not?&lt;br /&gt;Are we supposed to classify or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cme lessons in class teaches us not to be prejudice towards others.&lt;br /&gt;But, ain't the education system being judgemental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, this is why all of us will judge subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;It's just implemented into our inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one who is being judged from young not learn to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Very ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, classifying is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;It's to stretch the potential of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;It's to identify what you're good at. (Unfortunately, it also identify what you're bad at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is why we have this thinking.&lt;br /&gt;If something isn't good, it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Too much study just makes out brain black and white.&lt;br /&gt;There's no grey at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, or you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the ocassions when you've been really neutral on a subject.&lt;br /&gt;One, two..or maybe three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always take stands.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: 'cause I do not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't be neutral right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, there are issue with no reason for us to object or oppose.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we still end up on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not encouraging indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;But rather, think about an issue that is totally none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;Do you choose to stay neutral?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all take sides.&lt;br /&gt;And, we all take the side where the majority is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society is just a narrow passage.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is not the norm, will be cast aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, democratic, is just, accepting everything that doesn't harm people.&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't mean you have to BE everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rather, accept and find no wrong with things that doesn't harm you.&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if only we can stretch our hearts wider.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, classification and the spirit of judging will go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just wants the best for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-1891393134072233843?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/1891393134072233843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=1891393134072233843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1891393134072233843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/1891393134072233843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-wide-is-your-love.html' title='How wide is your love?'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764769865737708019.post-8998831987389887309</id><published>2008-10-18T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:36:49.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:50;color:#cc0000;"&gt;darling WeeKiat's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmOea_Sa3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qY1AbPegVSw/s1600-h/%5E%5E+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258390693223754610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmOea_Sa3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qY1AbPegVSw/s400/%5E%5E+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPAaxiqZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/huqMr3sT9co/s1600-h/%5E%5E+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391277281651090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPAaxiqZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/huqMr3sT9co/s400/%5E%5E+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPA6IuFVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wMkQlBpIoZs/s1600-h/%5E%5E+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391285700367698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPA6IuFVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wMkQlBpIoZs/s400/%5E%5E+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPBEDoZYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/HICQK8ZiNws/s1600-h/lmao+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391288363378050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPBEDoZYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/HICQK8ZiNws/s400/lmao+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPBPTITLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8CWVwlzVHgM/s1600-h/photos+201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391291381173426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPBPTITLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8CWVwlzVHgM/s400/photos+201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPBY4bONI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RJDMAgc0oAc/s1600-h/photos+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391293953521874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmPBY4bONI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RJDMAgc0oAc/s400/photos+215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP0tWUkEI/AAAAAAAAAns/sfpBJqV9CB0/s1600-h/photos+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP086Bg4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/lWX6t8pVN5g/s1600-h/photos+265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258392179797230466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP086Bg4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/lWX6t8pVN5g/s400/photos+265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP1D84yXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0HDLWbs0UY0/s1600-h/Phone+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258392181688289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP1D84yXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0HDLWbs0UY0/s400/Phone+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP1I0Y9LI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5eewXT4Hefo/s1600-h/Phone+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258392182994826418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP1I0Y9LI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5eewXT4Hefo/s400/Phone+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP1HQ5yiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XSEukwFLzbk/s1600-h/Phone+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258392182577547810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmP1HQ5yiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XSEukwFLzbk/s400/Phone+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's the only boy who loves to take photographs with me!&lt;br /&gt;(Aside from ChzeKian and Vito, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's digress.&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 BOYS WHO HATE TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS.&lt;br /&gt;1. WeiLi&lt;br /&gt;- An extremist who refuse to have his photo taken. AT ALL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keith&lt;br /&gt;-  Hais. He only take photgraphs with guys willingly I think. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3. NguanHan&lt;br /&gt;- No comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY. Today a childish and immature guy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;LALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, now's not the time to have a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is in the mood to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Fret not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall organise.&lt;br /&gt;LALA.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYWAYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I share with you guys a darn  'xiasuay' incident.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;Provide ya guys with entertainment in between studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on 16 October, I was telling NguanHan that he must sms WeeKiat to wish him a happy birthday the next day.&lt;br /&gt;And yea, we both sms WeeKiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my utmost horror, WeeKiat told me is 18 oct.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, expected, NguanHan smsed waaay before me, and was told that he got the date wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; obviously, I was scolded by NguanHan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't understand is...WEILI also got the date wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Nono, I didn't remind WeiLi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what's strange is, I remembered Keith telling me it's 17Oct.&lt;br /&gt;So..that's why I got the date wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Failure.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a klutz and kinda dense nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINFANG.&lt;br /&gt;You rubbing off me.&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the dense part don't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Os ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.O.N.D.A.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1764769865737708019-8998831987389887309?l=just-15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/feeds/8998831987389887309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1764769865737708019&amp;postID=8998831987389887309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8998831987389887309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1764769865737708019/posts/default/8998831987389887309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-15.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>jiale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723870248100706415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b9ld6s5iM5g/SPmOea_Sa3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qY1AbPegVSw/s72-c/%5E%5E+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
