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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SwFkBdSanVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/z3HojlFHUH4/s1600/photo022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SwFkBdSanVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/z3HojlFHUH4/s320/photo022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404711004025822546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SwFh4kYYJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PegloKMfqxE/s1600/%3D%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SwFh4kYYJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PegloKMfqxE/s320/%3D%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708652287796722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;concrete angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7762164324811866195?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7762164324811866195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7762164324811866195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7762164324811866195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7762164324811866195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/11/wind-puncher.html' title='wind-puncher'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SwFkBdSanVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/z3HojlFHUH4/s72-c/photo022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5343485187175215400</id><published>2009-11-09T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:25:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>been neglecting my blog..&lt;br /&gt;kinda caught up with school work, plus had the one world day performance&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to catch MJ's This Is It, on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;pretty big group, 10 of us watching.&lt;br /&gt;the movie, hands down, is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;cried during the movie, and broke down at the ending&lt;br /&gt;simply too sad. its like, the world has indeed lost one of its greats.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but feel so angry, lost and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;MJ was the world, the man with such a soulful, such a unique voice&lt;br /&gt;and when i see him perform, when he sings, every part of me&lt;br /&gt;screams in denial that he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;no one else is like him, and no one will ever be..&lt;br /&gt;like madonna said, " MJ is just only human, but damn it, he was a king".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i'll just get moody and depressed again..&lt;br /&gt;but on a brighter note, syawal, nadine, priyah and I performed at One World day..&lt;br /&gt;it was really really awesome and i'm so glad that my classmates&lt;br /&gt;and 05 came down to support us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, when ms lum asked us to perform,&lt;br /&gt;we were not really sure we could pull it off well&lt;br /&gt;cause we only had about less than 2 weeks to train&lt;br /&gt;and we only started really training for about 9 days or so..&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny during our dance practices..&lt;br /&gt;we did practice hard, but there were times when we just simply had fun&lt;br /&gt;and just laughed and enjoyed each other company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss these times i spent with them..&lt;br /&gt;can't believe that we're already in our 4th week of school&lt;br /&gt;just two more weeks of school, intern, and then its goodbye for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really really flies..&lt;br /&gt;it just seems like yesterday when we were struggling through projects,&lt;br /&gt;exams, test, all the memories.. just so hard to let go..&lt;br /&gt;but at least i'm glad that i chose dmc, and i got to know these amazing bunch of friends,&lt;br /&gt;the most awesome caring and funny lecturers,&lt;br /&gt;and i know that they'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am today, because of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the wind blows away the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but the memories stay etched in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5343485187175215400?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5343485187175215400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5343485187175215400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and i was working for the previous company i worked in last year&lt;br /&gt;well, the company is still pretty messed up,&lt;br /&gt;very disorganized, but, i still had fun working&lt;br /&gt;plus, i got to work with some of my old colleagues from last year&lt;br /&gt;and i met my boss from last year ! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha. all those fond memories just come rushing back.&lt;br /&gt;so sad that kimi didnt win,&lt;br /&gt;on an even more depressing note, he's gonna leave ferrari&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz. kimi's still like the total hottie :D&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for this saturday, gonna see my two adorable cousins :))&lt;br /&gt;well, working at f1, as usual, is real tiring and my legs feel like they are coming apart&lt;br /&gt;after spending 3 days standing for 10 hrs straight,&lt;br /&gt;good thing is that, i get 3 shirts this year.&lt;br /&gt;and because i was working at the f1 village,&lt;br /&gt;i got to hear the bsb perform live.&lt;br /&gt;omg, they are incredible. they sound even better live. :)))&lt;br /&gt;splendid. totally awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferrari, rock on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SsIqIt_mtOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EIJLvFNlRXA/s1600-h/photo314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SsIqIt_mtOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EIJLvFNlRXA/s320/photo314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386914433562227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my boss and colleague from last year's f1 ferrari :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SsIqJRinZjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/K5hRIbJS12E/s1600-h/photo319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SsIqJRinZjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/K5hRIbJS12E/s320/photo319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386914443104314930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STEVE :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5245288268415674454?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5245288268415674454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5245288268415674454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5245288268415674454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5245288268415674454'/><link 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was kinda awesome that school was out and the stress of it was over&lt;br /&gt;but then now, in the second week of the hols, its kinda starting to get boring&lt;br /&gt;i laze at home everyday and practically do nothing at all. snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went over to lorla's house, jo also came along&lt;br /&gt;oh man, we had the greatest time EVER :D&lt;br /&gt;we initially planned to like have a movie marathon&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, jo was like oohhing and ahhhing over lorla's room&lt;br /&gt;that me and lorla ended up looking at each other and laughing for a good 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;then after, we decided that we wanted to play games, so we didnt watch any movies&lt;br /&gt;so first, we played pictionary, damn damn funnnnnnn :)))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;the most hilarious answers and the most ridiculous drawings.&lt;br /&gt;i think lorla's gonna like take pictures of it and post it on FB to let everyone see&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. totally fun&lt;br /&gt;ok next was jenga. tsk. i kay-kiang, take risk,&lt;br /&gt;then end up both times i made the tower collapse. hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;okok. then after, lorla's mom (thank you aunty!!!) gave us this very cute looking cups&lt;br /&gt;and we began our feast on B&amp;amp;J's new york super chunk (not sure the flavour) ice cream !&lt;br /&gt;oohhh lalaaaaaa. NICE UNTIL DIE ! [ direct quote from ang choh kuan ]&lt;br /&gt;then after, we played snap and old maid.. and then lorla went to meet her friends for dinner&lt;br /&gt;laogong went home, and i went to meet syy at orchard for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkk. so me and syy initially planned to go KL to shop and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but looks like our plans are cancelled. =(&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, we are getting a chalet, so if you guys see this,&lt;br /&gt;lemme know if u wanna stay too ok&lt;br /&gt;then we can like split cost and everything and havoc the whole night long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, next up: BOYS OVER FLOWERS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-c21qCgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SzvjTKmbZ0A/s1600-h/BoysOverFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-c21qCgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SzvjTKmbZ0A/s320/BoysOverFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170351907179010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. at first i wasnt watching that, but my MOTHER [ -.- ]&lt;br /&gt;kept watching it on channel U so i decided to watch also&lt;br /&gt;the plot slightly the same as the taiwan's version&lt;br /&gt;but the characters are better&lt;br /&gt;and its kinda funny cause i'm not really in to korean stuff&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda like this show.. and i watched finish the whole series&lt;br /&gt;though the ending wasnt like what i expected :(&lt;br /&gt;but then, i love the actors.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm gonna like swoon over here, so ignore me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, i love goo hye sun [ koo or goo ? ]&lt;br /&gt;i think she's very natural in acting and also very cute when she acted,&lt;br /&gt;not only in boys over flowers, but also in shi jiu sui de qing chun&lt;br /&gt;haha. i knew her from that korean drama first before boys over flowers.&lt;br /&gt;insert picture ! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-eMiOPFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CM9UAHcWLTM/s1600-h/koo20hye20sun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-eMiOPFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CM9UAHcWLTM/s320/koo20hye20sun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170374911114322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think she's oh-so-gorgeous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. now to swoon over 2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim bum ! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-dZVxJbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/q89Qr3mntQ0/s1600-h/ee+jung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-dZVxJbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/q89Qr3mntQ0/s320/ee+jung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170361168668082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think he's not bad looking ! very cute ! haha&lt;br /&gt;and i think in the show, he very pei with Kim So Eun ! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kim bum is not the main focus of my obsession !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is !&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-eeaanqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/iEvQjgkb-BI/s1600-h/lee-min-ho-90125001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-eeaanqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/iEvQjgkb-BI/s320/lee-min-ho-90125001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170379710209698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-e8cBc-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/jXSV3_-eO-U/s1600-h/LeeMinHo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-e8cBc-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/jXSV3_-eO-U/s320/LeeMinHo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170387770012642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;LEE MIN HO IS HOTTER THAN THE EQUATOR !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;if you say he's not handsome, then everyone else in the world will be defined as ugly :)&lt;br /&gt;love it when he smiles, it dazzles me and i'm like WOAH :D&lt;br /&gt;like as if my heart stops, thunderstruck by him... woolalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;and then in the show, where he's like half naked.&lt;br /&gt;nearly swooned man.&lt;br /&gt;and according to jovis's quote.&lt;br /&gt;i can just faint and DIE THERE because LIFE IS ABOUT LOOKING AT LEE MIN HO.&lt;br /&gt;eh heh ! he's my new eye candy :)&lt;br /&gt;my dream boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;oh la la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. shall stop swooning over him now.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i'm going sg flyer with lorla and syy !&lt;br /&gt;i dont say it at all, or maybe enough,&lt;br /&gt;but these two are like god's gift and even though we quarrel like hell&lt;br /&gt;but, in my own way, i love them :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we've gone thru thick and thin and we're still standing strong :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SpwBIipIBMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pGgp688DGic/s1600-h/%3D%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SpwBIipIBMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pGgp688DGic/s320/%3D%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376173301423408322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i love: them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SpwBITNUIOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sNCqiWfJSjw/s1600-h/6215_140885750585_708255585_3812930_8258777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SpwBITNUIOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sNCqiWfJSjw/s320/6215_140885750585_708255585_3812930_8258777_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376173297280229602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, she takes up the largest portion of my love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SpwBJKtg3-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7alJJAyeCOQ/s1600-h/dinning+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SpwBJKtg3-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7alJJAyeCOQ/s320/dinning+in.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376173312179232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note, i hope we dont get stuck on the flyer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;if i had to live life all over again, i'd still want you to be my amigo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-624879878623807570?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/624879878623807570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=624879878623807570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/624879878623807570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/624879878623807570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/09/soaking-in-bliss.html' title='soaking in the bliss'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Spv-c21qCgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SzvjTKmbZ0A/s72-c/BoysOverFlowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1046056538407359286</id><published>2009-08-21T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:30:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembrance</title><content type='html'>YES. WFM IS LIKE FINALLY DONE&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE NO MORE ASSIGNMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE SHOUTING OUT LOUD&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS LIKE 1230 IN THE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT WAIT WAIT FOR MONDAYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST AWESOME BUNCH OF FRIENDS I COULD EVER ASK FOR&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHAT SUMS UP LIFE'S SIMPLEST JOYS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;because i know that you'll always be near :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1046056538407359286?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1046056538407359286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-6311861558087768183</id><published>2009-08-16T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:51:48.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SogOR5yVo1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/xtDfvPPFjiQ/s1600-h/6215_140885770585_708255585_3812932_6563543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SogOR5yVo1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/xtDfvPPFjiQ/s320/6215_140885770585_708255585_3812932_6563543_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370558256371835730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SogNtIiSuiI/AAAAAAAAAek/79yA9f_7Mi0/s1600-h/6215_140885550585_708255585_3812902_662186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SogNtIiSuiI/AAAAAAAAAek/79yA9f_7Mi0/s320/6215_140885550585_708255585_3812902_662186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370557624675908130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are the reason why a smile tugs on my lips when i see them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;beneath the milky twilight, swing swing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6311861558087768183?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SogOR5yVo1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/xtDfvPPFjiQ/s72-c/6215_140885770585_708255585_3812932_6563543_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-4353752893038849603</id><published>2009-08-09T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:48:40.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>sick sick sick sick sick =(&lt;br /&gt;first it started on friday&lt;br /&gt;we were recording radio&lt;br /&gt;it went great, poor lorla was coughing&lt;br /&gt;from her twitter quote i saw her type " coughing her lungs out in cut 12"&lt;br /&gt;then after recording, we debated on where to go for dinner&lt;br /&gt;steamboat was a current crave and we settled on marina square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suki-yaki , seoul garden had like sky rocketing prices&lt;br /&gt;and we were almost about to give up hope&lt;br /&gt;when syy saw this "hotpot" place&lt;br /&gt;so we went there, had dinner, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;scrumptious :)&lt;br /&gt;but didnt have much appetite so didnt eat much&lt;br /&gt;then after, our fave past time of emo-ing and just chatting&lt;br /&gt;we sat at the stairs just outside marina square&lt;br /&gt;by then i started feeling feverish&lt;br /&gt;so chatted for awhile before going home&lt;br /&gt;lorla's sms accompanied me home&lt;br /&gt;fell onto the bed like in a dead stupor&lt;br /&gt;cause the fever was blazing way too high for me to think straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday wasnt any better.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2 plus, showered, house was empty cause fam went to visit aunt&lt;br /&gt;re-read harry potter and felt sick&lt;br /&gt;laid down from 3 plus till 6&lt;br /&gt;then got up, ate some food, lazed around&lt;br /&gt;then fell back onto bed around 10 plus&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. couldnt slp at all.&lt;br /&gt;tossed and turn till it was like 4am&lt;br /&gt;before i finally like drifted off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's national day, woke up at 10 plus&lt;br /&gt;did cibm, chatted on msn, couldnt talk&lt;br /&gt;so i relied on writting on the pooh board to talk to mom&lt;br /&gt;didnt have lunch but amazingly i vomitted blood out&lt;br /&gt;no idea how that happened but continued cibm&lt;br /&gt;and then the parade ! wooooooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;brings back memories when i see those commanders shouting commands&lt;br /&gt;really mixed feelings, then when i go on facebook and i see my juniors&lt;br /&gt;all ready and excited for school's NDP parade&lt;br /&gt;its like my batch all over again, all in a flash,&lt;br /&gt;everything comes back to me, and i feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;if its one thing that my squad mates would know&lt;br /&gt;its wearing the st john's uniform with pride&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever take away that honor&lt;br /&gt;i hope that even if i grow old and get senile,&lt;br /&gt;the memory that i can remember,&lt;br /&gt;will be that fateful last parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the bits of puzzles that piece my jigsaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-4353752893038849603?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4353752893038849603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=4353752893038849603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4353752893038849603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4353752893038849603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/08/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7224034731762209334</id><published>2009-08-03T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:10:01.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fading away</title><content type='html'>the good ol' times are fading away&lt;br /&gt;the memories that binded us are now slipping out of grasp&lt;br /&gt;why can't you ever accept that its your fault&lt;br /&gt;take responsibility and answer to your actions&lt;br /&gt;i hate that you dont ever do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is ending soon&lt;br /&gt;only 2 weeks left, or is it 3? not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;but the datelines for the projects are like the same&lt;br /&gt;i hate that. wish it could have been spread out&lt;br /&gt;went ECP with lorla and syy again,&lt;br /&gt;caught harry potter, it was the most annoying, irritating, disappointing, infuriating movie&lt;br /&gt;i kept glaring at the screen because the story was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY WRONG WRONG WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. shall just have to deal with it silently.&lt;br /&gt;played the UFO catcher thingy,&lt;br /&gt;caught toys for lorla and syy,&lt;br /&gt;man it was addictive.&lt;br /&gt;its like the youth version of casino&lt;br /&gt;where youths splurge all their money without any care in the world&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh. i wanna go east coast again.&lt;br /&gt;and dear group members, wild wild wet, here we come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the pages of my life are fading, with mistakes flashing across at every turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7224034731762209334?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7224034731762209334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7224034731762209334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7224034731762209334'/><link rel='self' 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you remember my first steps on the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1636340070267382171?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1636340070267382171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1636340070267382171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1636340070267382171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1636340070267382171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplicity.html' title='simplicity'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-334219007354563877</id><published>2009-07-26T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:40:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as time stands still</title><content type='html'>puffy and soft white clouds scattered across the sky&lt;br /&gt;a tinge of desperation as i clung on tightly&lt;br /&gt;i stared at the azure blue that stretched across the horizon&lt;br /&gt;the gentle breeze that brushed against my cheek&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the waves crashing up that shore&lt;br /&gt;gone too fast, too soon&lt;br /&gt;the bright city street lights&lt;br /&gt;that familiar smell of flowers&lt;br /&gt;the same place i've seen, not a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;it looks different now, but nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, everything has.&lt;br /&gt;a glass that separates, a border that divides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask if i'm ok, and i give a noncommittal shrug, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i can't. i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a blur, you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;and like i said before,&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing about saying goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;is never knowing when you're gonna say hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;someone keep me sane. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-334219007354563877?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3042235689606610415</id><published>2009-07-19T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:47:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you remember</title><content type='html'>there comes a time when you should take that call&lt;br /&gt;when change in inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;when change is all that there is to save you.&lt;br /&gt;the only question is, can i do it?&lt;br /&gt;leave behind a world so comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;and journey to a whole other place&lt;br /&gt;the burden of questions are ringing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont think i'm prepared.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want that to be the reason why i'm holding back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing at a cross road. a junction, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;on the left, i know that even though the road will take me on a journey of pain&lt;br /&gt;there will be healing and time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;only problem is, i don't know how much time i have to endure before it heals me.&lt;br /&gt;so i turn to face the right,&lt;br /&gt;on this stretch on road, i know that it'll always be filled with love&lt;br /&gt;but is it worth it to sacrifice everything else just for that?&lt;br /&gt;judgmental eyes, idiotic thoughts and being shunned ?&lt;br /&gt;why do you always say that you should never judge a book by its cover,&lt;br /&gt;but yet, with all that you're doing, those words are just simply hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;can't you just practice what you preach?&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you stand at a cross road with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that choosing either road will have yourself bruised and battered,&lt;br /&gt;someone, anyone, tell me the choice i should make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me that ultimately, whatever choice that i should make,&lt;br /&gt;the road i take, i should walk without looking back with regrets&lt;br /&gt;that's the road i should take.&lt;br /&gt;that's the road, everyone would tell me to take.&lt;br /&gt;now the only problem is,&lt;br /&gt;that road doesn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;do you remember when we'd be up all night, talking till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i like the way it used to be, those simple days, just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3042235689606610415?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3042235689606610415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7790448466592463939</id><published>2009-06-29T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:11:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black or white</title><content type='html'>inspiration takes many forms.&lt;br /&gt;apologies if the following you may not understand.&lt;br /&gt;random writings, sentences, you may not comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to write it all out. its driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat this. bloody hell. i wish you'd grow up. too late? sure.&lt;br /&gt;i took my baby on a saturday vent&lt;br /&gt;but i believe in miracles and the thing about my baby, it don't matter if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;i told you about equality but you dont seem to care who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna spend my life being a color.&lt;br /&gt;pay tribute to the greatest of all and honor your promises.&lt;br /&gt;make one, you'd better keep one.&lt;br /&gt;bullshit to those who says promises are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;kiss this shit. will you ?&lt;br /&gt;hold me like the river jordan. cry till you fill the river nile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes i'd make but you'd break.&lt;br /&gt;they told me i must fight till the end but i'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;how many people have to die before you realise?&lt;br /&gt;how many tears do i have to cry before you see the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;if only giving up is as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;how many time must they plead before you make a stand?&lt;br /&gt;helping a soul to heal is the greatest gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;if i told you that i come with empty hands,&lt;br /&gt;would you welcome me with open arms&lt;br /&gt;what more should i attain or should i give&lt;br /&gt;to make you see me as your equal, to love and to care like you do unto others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a summer's disregard, a broken bottle top, and a one man soul&lt;br /&gt;a willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart and a washed out dream&lt;br /&gt;they follow each other the wind ya know.&lt;br /&gt;cause they've got no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;simple and yet imprinted. i know now they will never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for coming to this world, for telling, for showing us the horrors&lt;br /&gt;but too soon you left, maybe its because you were missed elsewhere,&lt;br /&gt;but always know that even though it may come a little too late for me,&lt;br /&gt;its a legacy that will never die, a legend that will carry on and it will triumph time.&lt;br /&gt;i used to feel i should give away my heart&lt;br /&gt;funny how time changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;when you love everything, then what happens when life doesnt love you back ?&lt;br /&gt;how many times do you wanna turn our head and pretend you cannot see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heal the wounds of our broken earth.&lt;br /&gt;waves crashing the shores and the silent rain forest humm&lt;br /&gt;its a burden that you must bear, not alone, but with them,&lt;br /&gt;because together, we have the power to heal.&lt;br /&gt;take a stand, answer that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road.&lt;br /&gt;a victim of a selfish kind of love&lt;br /&gt;your eyes shone like the stars in the night&lt;br /&gt;take me back to the house and the backyard streets&lt;br /&gt;he'll wink at you and she'll link arms round yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning light, half awake and half asleep&lt;br /&gt;he's waiting for you in that chevy truck&lt;br /&gt;i'd wish for those blue eyes that shined like georgia stars&lt;br /&gt;finding reasons to believe her, cause you'd die a little if she lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i thought you were a friend of mine, but i was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3595416812202184503</id><published>2009-06-28T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:45:52.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way off line</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to do my RP script.&lt;br /&gt;and as you have guessed, i'm not very successful at doing it&lt;br /&gt;snort. too many things on my mind and i just had to vent it out somewhere&lt;br /&gt;first, i cant believe Michael Jackson's gone.&lt;br /&gt;it just doesnt seem real.&lt;br /&gt;i listen to some of his songs, and i imagine that he's still alive&lt;br /&gt;still working on his comeback tour&lt;br /&gt;i watch his videos, and i dream that someday i'll have enough money to go to his concert&lt;br /&gt;and watch him perform live.&lt;br /&gt;i only like some of his songs, i only have a couple of them which are my favorites&lt;br /&gt;but i think its the energy he brings on stage.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter if i dont like all his songs, it only matters that his stage presence is worth the money&lt;br /&gt;and it does, in every penny.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen the audience who attend any artist's concert faint ?&lt;br /&gt;go watch his live concert videos.&lt;br /&gt;you'll see numerous people fainting,&lt;br /&gt;be it the pure excitement, or perhaps its because they were in the presence of the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, the fact isn't sinking in yet.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere, somehow in the deepest secret part inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wish he'll come back to live, and then i'd want him to sue the asses of the tabloids&lt;br /&gt;its sad, because he didnt even have a proper childhood.&lt;br /&gt;and when he grew up, he might be a king of pop, but that didnt stop people from criticising his every move,&lt;br /&gt;the gossip columns had no mercy and they bled him till he was dry.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one day, he'll be back, and this time,&lt;br /&gt;he'll take the world by storm, just like he always has. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i cant believe how selfish you are&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its already been so long&lt;br /&gt;but time and again it seems like its all taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;birthday? how about all those promises you made and broke&lt;br /&gt;dont even get me started on them&lt;br /&gt;sure, i dont mind if u wanted to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that for your friends you're willing to do anything&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt apply to me though&lt;br /&gt;fucking sickening. i dont know how much longer i can or i should put up with this trash&lt;br /&gt;is there even a point? do you even care? questions with no answers&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you dont even wanna answer,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its because its better that there are none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a washed out dream, which makes us black or white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3595416812202184503?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3595416812202184503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3595416812202184503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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projects piling up like mad&lt;br /&gt;havent been doing much this holidays except going to school&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda stupid cause i think all of us really need a break&lt;br /&gt;i see my group mates day after day&lt;br /&gt;and all of us look like those kinda battery operated toy cars&lt;br /&gt;problem is, our energy has depleted, yet we still move on,&lt;br /&gt;and another problem is, we move damn slowly cause our battery life is near extinction. -.-&lt;br /&gt;what a comparison .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i went with lorla and matt to escape&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun letting go there&lt;br /&gt;we screamed for fun and got wet !&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun, sort of like a day off from project work&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are coming to an end soon,&lt;br /&gt;i still got radio production to do, ICMT, CIBM, and ICM&lt;br /&gt;tsk. never ending projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note, i havent bought anything from GSS&lt;br /&gt;terrible terrible. i want some new tops, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;i've caught a couple of movies.. let me recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hannah montana (courtesy of syawal)&lt;br /&gt;- ghosts of girlfriend's past&lt;br /&gt;- i cant remember anymore lehhh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sorry. the last one is not a movie. its just that i cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;but i can definitely tell you the movies that i'm dying to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Transformers: revenge of the fallen&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter and the half blood prince&lt;br /&gt;- I love you, man&lt;br /&gt;- Fame&lt;br /&gt;- Up&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Age 3 : 3D&lt;br /&gt;- The Proposal&lt;br /&gt;- Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;- Public Enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, the amount i'm going to spend on movies.. tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;oh well, shall blog again another day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;take a deep breath as you walk through the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3541993036037912957</id><published>2009-05-23T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:35:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dusk</title><content type='html'>cliche as it sounds, i'm the happiest person in the world, for now.&lt;br /&gt;ICM is draining all our energy, and i cant wait for the after party&lt;br /&gt;sj camp's coming, all the more reasons to smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;tempt me at twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3541993036037912957?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3541993036037912957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3541993036037912957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3541993036037912957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3541993036037912957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/05/dusk.html' title='dusk'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-4151696101084036239</id><published>2009-05-17T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:49:21.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visions</title><content type='html'>Samantha wan has officially read finished the twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;now, her next quest is to own the series. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra copies, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: restaurant city is extremely addictive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;burned in my mind for a million years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-4151696101084036239?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4151696101084036239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=4151696101084036239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4151696101084036239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4151696101084036239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/05/visions.html' title='visions'/><author><name>memories jotted down 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bus( cause lorla said it was bus 123 or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;alighted at the wrong stop, walked like a big round and we were sweating like mad&lt;br /&gt;queued outside zouk for 40 mins before they finally let us in at 640..&lt;br /&gt;went inside and it was really noisy and dark&lt;br /&gt;nadine and matt were glowing, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so waited for leeyan, priya, jo, aileen, lorla to come&lt;br /&gt;watched the fashion show, dancers performing..&lt;br /&gt;i love to watch the dancers perform, it was freaking awesome !&lt;br /&gt;after that they cleared the stage and jo they all went to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;lorla and i stayed behind awhile but went down to join them in the end&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun actually, to see all my classmates dancing and having fun, haha !&lt;br /&gt;danced till my feet hurt like crap&lt;br /&gt;i'd swear that jovis has like ten energizer batteries in her body&lt;br /&gt;cause she dance and dance and she never gets tired! haha&lt;br /&gt;cant think of anymore to write, didnt take much pictures either cause most of the&lt;br /&gt;time it was spent on dancing.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have an announcement to make !&lt;br /&gt;samantha has a crush on the zouk bouncer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjikxsdI/AAAAAAAAAec/SOE8vykOwvA/s1600-h/photo065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjikxsdI/AAAAAAAAAec/SOE8vykOwvA/s320/photo065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436847801610706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadine, matt and i waiting in the queue.. freaking bored so i asked matt to snap a picture of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsK1EuxfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bTzYS_CyX8I/s1600-h/photo057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsK1EuxfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bTzYS_CyX8I/s320/photo057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436423270745586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn smoky..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjWCPDlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fAbkt7sH0a0/s1600-h/photo064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjWCPDlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fAbkt7sH0a0/s320/photo064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436844435508818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjCpzg3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/EgRob5AtuvQ/s1600-h/photo062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjCpzg3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/EgRob5AtuvQ/s320/photo062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436839232766834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ! a shot with 4 of us !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsittx_3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SLNV8lOfJxs/s1600-h/photo059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsittx_3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SLNV8lOfJxs/s320/photo059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436833612300146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsi33lFgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mNyLo7kyhNA/s1600-h/photo061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsi33lFgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mNyLo7kyhNA/s320/photo061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436836337751554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;worth any price &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-830481001377905704?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/830481001377905704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SgQsjikxsdI/AAAAAAAAAec/SOE8vykOwvA/s72-c/photo065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-651458157251615681</id><published>2009-04-21T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:32:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SeyjX5XvQiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2zAImOpqvT0/s1600-h/P170409_17.03_%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SeyjX5XvQiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2zAImOpqvT0/s320/P170409_17.03_%5B02%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326812090205159970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SeyjXi6DIKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6q1-RD5cULA/s1600-h/P170409_17.01_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SeyjXi6DIKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6q1-RD5cULA/s320/P170409_17.01_%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326812084175052962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EAST COAST :D&lt;br /&gt;loads of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for lorla to send me the pics she took&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/6122350973133242352-651458157251615681?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/651458157251615681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dreaming of you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6332525026745668812?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6332525026745668812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=6332525026745668812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6332525026745668812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6332525026745668812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SedpPohaELI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ljO1HP2PQAM/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28425%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3451944770893233109</id><published>2009-04-16T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:01:41.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talents</title><content type='html'>inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;to me and hopefully to you too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredible vocals from 16 year old Charice Pempengco&lt;br /&gt;definite must watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are only two of the many videos on youtube&lt;br /&gt;god, i wish i had her voice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NEhY8CZFmQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geqbz8ba8cg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;all in good hands baby, all in good hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3451944770893233109?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3451944770893233109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3451944770893233109' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>my eyes are swollen&lt;br /&gt;my head is pounding&lt;br /&gt;my mind is spinning&lt;br /&gt;my body is aching&lt;br /&gt;its like i'm in a bad dream that i can never wake from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want school to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;tell me what makes a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and i'll give all his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1579552449787238214?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1579552449787238214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/ScKtKl89CYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8KAI5Q8MjgA/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28416%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/ScKtKl89CYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8KAI5Q8MjgA/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28416%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315000907748673922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Movie marathon - A silent indulgence without the calories"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think from the moment i agreed to accompanying lorla to watch 3 movies,&lt;br /&gt;i knew deep in my brain, the screws had come loose.&lt;br /&gt;today lorla and i met at 12.30 at PS to catch 3 movies.&lt;br /&gt;we'd plan to watch departures, marley and me, race to witch mountain.&lt;br /&gt;after the disappointing movie, Push, money was well spent today with these 3 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up was departures. lorla and i caught it at PS at 12.50 pm.&lt;br /&gt;the show is about a guy who learns how to be a caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that the plot, storyline of the movie was really unique and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;something that you won't really forget anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;its a jap show and really really touching. very nice and it leaves a deep impression.&lt;br /&gt;lorla kept laughing at me cause i sniffed real loud. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;oh and the whole cinema was filled with aunties, uncles and old grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not being like sacarstic or what. its true. like so weird sitting in a cinema surrounded by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departures rating: 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so departures ended at around 315? around that time.&lt;br /&gt;stomachs were rumbling so lorla and i headed to the foodcourt at plaza sing&lt;br /&gt;lorla had duck rice and i had mee hoon kway. it was freaking cold and i needed my medicine: hot soup. =)&lt;br /&gt;so during lunch, we checked out the timings for our next show.&lt;br /&gt;initially, we wanted to watch marley and me but the grand cathay wasn't showing that&lt;br /&gt;so we settled on hotel for dogs instead.&lt;br /&gt;so while we were eating, lorla spied on this ice cream the opposite table was eating&lt;br /&gt;uh. well, needless to say. girls and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;we queued for the ice cream but the queue was so long that in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i saw this mini melts machine and i just told lorla, eh we buy mini melts lah hor?&lt;br /&gt;haha . and yeah she said ok so we went to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;woo. real fun. i picked chocolate. typical.&lt;br /&gt;and then lorla baby, had to be different. she was like, "i want bubblegum"&lt;br /&gt;and i told her. "u better take grape."&lt;br /&gt;and naturally, its lorla, she wont listen to you. so she pressed for bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;and , she hated it. even i didnt like it. haha !&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i have her some of my ice cream and we walked over to the cathay to buy our tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel for dogs started showing at 440pm and when lisa kudrow's name was shown on the screen, i squealed. i think. lorla shushed me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the movie is about how this two foster children have a dog which they are not allowed to keep. they stumble on a vacant hotel and the transform it into a hotel for dogs&lt;br /&gt;if you're a dog lover, you'll all head over heels for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;the dogs alone can just act the entire movie and you'd still love&lt;br /&gt;they're just simply : adorable.&lt;br /&gt;loved the movie. had its funny moments and also a lil sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel for Dogs rating: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, after the movie, lorla and i staggered out of the cinema. or rather, i staggered.&lt;br /&gt;i have never, ever watched 2 movies on a day before. and i was going to watch another one.&lt;br /&gt;so we bought the tickets for race to witch mountain at 740pm and we had bout an hour to kill&lt;br /&gt;so we walked back to ps and ended up in carrefour looking at sushi&lt;br /&gt;the guy was slashing the prices so while lorla and i were waiting for him to paste the price tag on the sushi we wanted, this fish lady beside the sushi stall started hollering in a shrill and um, out of tune voice till i couldnt stand it and i started to walk away to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;she was saying something like " fish fillet half price(or duno what price) come come ! " and she was like way out of tune. zao xia u know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/ScKtKpiLQpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kYFooTJhbZQ/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28413%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/ScKtKpiLQpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kYFooTJhbZQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28413%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315000908710101650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. how amusing. so lorla and i grabbed our sushi and we were on our way back&lt;br /&gt;to the cathay to watch our final movie, race to witch mountain.&lt;br /&gt;race to witch mountain, if u have seen the trailers, is about two kids who have&lt;br /&gt;crashed in earth and their space ship is lost inside witch mountain&lt;br /&gt;so they have to get it back and this driver that they meet, played by dwayne johnson, helps them to get back their ship so they can return safely home.&lt;br /&gt;its not like those out of this world-i cannot grasp that this can happen- kinda theory. the explaination to why they have powers, why they are on earth, their mission, everything, is explained by using simple yet comprehensive science. so its not hard to believe that its actually true. the movie is nice and it has its funny moments. not a bad show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race to Witch Mountain rating: 3.8/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, today's 3 shows, WAY better than the movie, Push. after watching our final movie, lorla and i headed back to mac to have supper and couple rounds of dai dee. some things never change eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. since lorla inspired this crazy movie marathon, i shall just list out a couple of movies that i'm eager to watch. i cant wait for it to be released ! so if any of u spy on the same movies as me, we'll watch it together! i know lorla would want to. lols :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listed in order of excitement and cannot wait for it to be released (from the top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;- Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;- Up&lt;br /&gt;- Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;- Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rating"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 430 in the morning and i'm still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/ScKtKmh4QjI/AAAAAAAAAck/EckyWs0Q2hU/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28415%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/ScKtKmh4QjI/AAAAAAAAAck/EckyWs0Q2hU/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28415%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315000907903550002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a whole new world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3863118789575071912?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3863118789575071912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3863118789575071912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3863118789575071912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3863118789575071912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Wanting&lt;br /&gt;Chua Huiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend, a confident, a helpmate and also the most reliable, intelligent, funny and beautiful people, inside and out. that's what these 4 mean to me. they're more than a friend to me back in those sj days. they were my sisters. each and every one of them. troubles and problems, they would all help me and one another solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days. its hard to describe them in words. because the only way to know how i'm feeling is if you have had this connection with these girls. it doesnt seem like 5 years ago that we were chosen to represent our school for the FAC. doesnt seem like 3 years ago since we really talked to each other. we graduated from sjab in 2006, august. since then, we havent spoken to each other. not much actually. and sometimes somewhere, even though we are not as close we were, there's this nagging feeling that something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheena's caring heart, kelly's laugh, siew ling's timing, huiyu's determination. these are just some random things that i can remember. its been so long. seems only yesterday we were entering FAC. when we laughed at sir nai. when we had our fight with sir jeremy. when we cried cause our ranks were frozen, when we were crazy over footdrill and that was all that we wanted to do, when we honed our drills to perfection and juniors tried in vain to imitate us and we knew that we were still the best, when we wept because we lost FAC, when we planned the camp together, when we practised and trained like mad for our competition, when we were punished at camps, when we took over the corp, when we ran the corp by ourselves, depending on each other to sustain the corp, it all seems so far away. 4 years is a long time. memories have a funny way of imprinting themselves on you till your heart aches for a revival of the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last parade, deep inside, i didnt want to leave. sjab was my life because these 4 girls made going for cca so much more fun, so much more enjoyable. national day of 2006 was the last time i shouted a command, saw siewling lead the parade, saw sheena and kelly mc and we all said goodbye. i didnt want it to end. suddenly it seemed as if all the hard work i put in for sj was gone. i didnt want appreciation. i just wanted time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to be called the famous four. known for our tricks and defiance. sheena was never like that. she was sweet. but the rest of us. even when i look back now, i wonder how did i ever get so defiant. god, the tricks that the four of us would pull. turning in late for cca, wearing the wrong attire on purpose, shouting at the officers, skipping competition trainings, so many other things we did. it makes me laugh when i look back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to express in words how much i miss these 4 girls. they made my life better, they changed and shaped my thinking and they are the ones who gave me strength when i was down. sometimes i wonder if they ever think of me like i think of them as i'm typing this now. its hard to erase those memories and i dont ever want to erase them. deep inside, a part of me is crying, for all the happy times that we shared that we wont ever get to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell them, i love you guys so much and even though we havent been talking much and some of u most likely wont see this, thanks for everything that we've been through, the tears and laughter we had are something that i will always cherish and i wont ever forget them. not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;goodbye, goodbye, good friends goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow just like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3913368964751751201?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-6392903072155356505</id><published>2009-03-16T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:49:19.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sb0_U0IurCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yK812DiCsLQ/s1600-h/article-0-00D2B61F0000044C-506_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sb0_U0IurCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yK812DiCsLQ/s320/article-0-00D2B61F0000044C-506_468x286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313472762192243746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S the movie. its coming :)&lt;div 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at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sb0_U0IurCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yK812DiCsLQ/s72-c/article-0-00D2B61F0000044C-506_468x286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-4437915760852676578</id><published>2009-03-11T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:54:00.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sjab</title><content type='html'>sheena tng xue'er&lt;br /&gt;chua huiyu&lt;br /&gt;kelly soh wanting&lt;br /&gt;kia siew ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;turn back the time to yester-year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-4437915760852676578?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4437915760852676578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=4437915760852676578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4437915760852676578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4437915760852676578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/03/sjab.html' title='sjab'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7641134322173439487</id><published>2009-03-08T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:31:26.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know why i'm in front of the comp screen blogging&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to much free time.&lt;br /&gt;7 hours and counting, the phone still hasnt rung.&lt;br /&gt;kinda depressing. plus my eyelids keep drooping.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that feeling. the feeling of missing people. of missing someone&lt;br /&gt;with happiness, there will always be sadness.&lt;br /&gt;so sometimes dont you wonder why should you even bother to be happy at all?&lt;br /&gt;i guess happiness is like heroin. its addictive and you need it&lt;br /&gt;when you dont have it, you suffer drawback symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess, to compare happiness to heroin, is kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;cause after all, happiness is way much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;when the shades went on, i forgot everything and became someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7641134322173439487?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7641134322173439487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1215856762913817915</id><published>2009-03-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:32:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stucked</title><content type='html'>the hardest thing in the world is saying goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;when you don't know when you're gonna say hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bruised and battered by your words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1215856762913817915?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1215856762913817915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1215856762913817915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1215856762913817915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1215856762913817915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/03/stucked.html' title='stucked'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7040225269339945154</id><published>2009-03-07T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:53:57.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distance.</title><content type='html'>its so hard to understand why you're acting so aloof.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder is it just me or maybe its just us.&lt;br /&gt;there are times when you drive me up the wall and there&lt;br /&gt;are times when you just don't understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because it was meant to be this way&lt;br /&gt;or maybe that's just how you are, or how you have changed to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe we fear what we don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7040225269339945154?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7040225269339945154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7040225269339945154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7040225269339945154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7040225269339945154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/03/distance.html' title='distance.'/><author><name>memories jotted down 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/&gt;thanks in advance !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;start with the man in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6352041049933259448?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6352041049933259448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=6352041049933259448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6352041049933259448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6352041049933259448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/03/creations.html' title='creations'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-542421799997065728</id><published>2009-03-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:16:21.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the birthday sibs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qSImq-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/oDF-HyHkJzk/s1600-h/02032009099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qSImq-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/oDF-HyHkJzk/s320/02032009099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259246883122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5prsiWcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YNL0LJ83lAo/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28408%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5prsiWcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YNL0LJ83lAo/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28408%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259236564851138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hello :D&lt;br /&gt;went out with baby today =)&lt;br /&gt;watched marley and me&lt;br /&gt;and its the first time,&lt;br /&gt;since titanic, that i cried while watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;titanic doesnt really count caused that was&lt;br /&gt;watched on DVD&lt;br /&gt;so this is the first time i cried while watching&lt;br /&gt;a movie on the cinema&lt;br /&gt;the movie was so touching that tears just formed&lt;br /&gt;literally out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;the movie is great. two thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm bias on the fact that i adore jen aniston&lt;br /&gt;but owen wilson in this movie,&lt;br /&gt;i felt, wow, thats a side of him you rarely&lt;br /&gt;get to see him act.&lt;br /&gt;cause normally he's like goofing around and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but in this movie he makes his character so real&lt;br /&gt;and he's like totally down to earth and&lt;br /&gt;not doing silly stuff and i think this is what&lt;br /&gt;makes this movie so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the writer is great&lt;br /&gt;the way he expresses himself, the emotions&lt;br /&gt;and how the dog becomes a part of their lives&lt;br /&gt;its all really very touching&lt;br /&gt;so if all the movies you guys have watched thus far&lt;br /&gt;has disappointed you,&lt;br /&gt;this one wont.&lt;br /&gt;promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok so on saturday, dad and mom&lt;br /&gt;took us out for a family dinner&lt;br /&gt;or rather, a joined celebration for tim and i&lt;br /&gt;so we fussed over what restaurant to eat at&lt;br /&gt;the mom suggested french, which we declined&lt;br /&gt;cause it was like totally expensive&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we settled for japanese&lt;br /&gt;and i suggested to go vivo and eat&lt;br /&gt;which they all groaned cause they hate travelling&lt;br /&gt;so we headed down to vivo and walked around&lt;br /&gt;at first we wanted to eat at this jap place&lt;br /&gt;beside awfully chocolate but it was awfully crowded.&lt;br /&gt;so we went searching for another place&lt;br /&gt;then mom and i stopped at brozeit, this german? place&lt;br /&gt;not really sure though&lt;br /&gt;but it was featured on sweets for my sweet&lt;br /&gt;but dad didnt reall fancy having that&lt;br /&gt;so we headed up to the second level of vivo&lt;br /&gt;and that's where we found : SHIN KUSHIYA&lt;br /&gt;woo woo.&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta admit, i dont have the cash&lt;br /&gt;to eat at fancy restaurants and when i do,&lt;br /&gt;usually its kinda once in a blue moon treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thrilled that we picked jap&lt;br /&gt;cause its sort of a change for us&lt;br /&gt;usually dad would pick like crystal jade or dian xiao er&lt;br /&gt;or not we'd go for western cause mom doesnt fancy jap&lt;br /&gt;but luckily we managed to persuade her and&lt;br /&gt;convinced her that jap was not all bout sushi&lt;br /&gt;so we waited and queued for our turn cause they were&lt;br /&gt;like having full house.&lt;br /&gt;waited for bout 15 min and we were seated&lt;br /&gt;and the feast began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qLNQVvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IUomh7OD1c4/s1600-h/28022009086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qLNQVvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IUomh7OD1c4/s320/28022009086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259245023581938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i look weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5rHzW4pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YOuq3sHNiL4/s1600-h/28022009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5rHzW4pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YOuq3sHNiL4/s320/28022009089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259261289521810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a nice smile ! :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qat_o-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/cbJFMDoGDbU/s1600-h/28022009078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qat_o-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/cbJFMDoGDbU/s320/28022009078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259249187431394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, warm salad&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6_ZHgSXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EPHDX8kNUDI/s1600-h/28022009069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6_ZHgSXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EPHDX8kNUDI/s320/28022009069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308260709046438258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an absolute must try: SCALLOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think it has a layer of meat wrapped around it&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMMMMM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8kC5dPtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1E78KZUPNJo/s1600-h/28022009079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8kC5dPtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1E78KZUPNJo/s320/28022009079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262438248726226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom ordered 4 sticks of scallop.&lt;br /&gt;simply too delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8jwbvf-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dCGpQTstSyU/s1600-h/28022009073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8jwbvf-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dCGpQTstSyU/s320/28022009073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262433292255202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is shitake mushrooms with meat on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6__wpxWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pM8R7gceaPw/s1600-h/28022009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6__wpxWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pM8R7gceaPw/s320/28022009072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308260719419573602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pork with asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;not bad, but the charcoal smell kinda strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6_oGvTKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ETePr9eIDFw/s1600-h/28022009070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6_oGvTKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ETePr9eIDFw/s320/28022009070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308260713069759650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tim ordered this, wafu steak&lt;br /&gt;its really really nice but it cost like 28 bucks&lt;br /&gt;for like 5 tiny pieces. it was supposedly his main course&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8kkYwZzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8pPuCnV4WUc/s1600-h/28022009071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8kkYwZzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8pPuCnV4WUc/s320/28022009071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262447238375218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh heh! tamago yaki :)&lt;br /&gt;mom liked this alot&lt;br /&gt;which is good cause she doesnt really eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6-8TLS8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hToNdo_tZL4/s1600-h/28022009067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6-8TLS8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hToNdo_tZL4/s320/28022009067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308260701310766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tim's other main course, soba&lt;br /&gt;its like cold noodles with a cold soup&lt;br /&gt;really small portion and all of us wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;its nice but dad tot it was funny&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt like it cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6-mCCg2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/LF-WnwrjXnA/s1600-h/28022009066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq6-mCCg2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/LF-WnwrjXnA/s320/28022009066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308260695333307234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's main course, oyako don&lt;br /&gt;i was telling him that this dish in school only costs $2.50&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt believe me! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq96ZNNhMI/AAAAAAAAAak/4TpNqeRzOB4/s1600-h/28022009077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq96ZNNhMI/AAAAAAAAAak/4TpNqeRzOB4/s320/28022009077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263921705911490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main course!&lt;br /&gt;no idea what the jap name for it was cause i cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;but its beef inaniwa udon? something like that&lt;br /&gt;the soup was ok, not very tasty&lt;br /&gt;but the udon was really thin and smooth&lt;br /&gt;funny thing was, mom ordered udon too&lt;br /&gt;and she doesnt eat jap much&lt;br /&gt;so she tot this was hers and she began to eat&lt;br /&gt;then i look at her and very very politely said,&lt;br /&gt;ma, you're eating my udon&lt;br /&gt;and she laughed and gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8lO5OIbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yps1gR9WeDI/s1600-h/28022009074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8lO5OIbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yps1gR9WeDI/s320/28022009074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262458648830386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is mom's real main course&lt;br /&gt;i love it! the soup is way tastier than mine&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what this is called&lt;br /&gt;but its udon and chicken&lt;br /&gt;and then some veges&lt;br /&gt;but the soup, the soup, oh the soup,&lt;br /&gt;the soup will rock your socks off&lt;br /&gt;its super duper tasty and the aroma is like wooooooo&lt;br /&gt;very very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;will definately order this the next time&lt;br /&gt;if i ever dine there again&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8luKdTbI/AAAAAAAAAac/xksOUBt8CAs/s1600-h/28022009075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq8luKdTbI/AAAAAAAAAac/xksOUBt8CAs/s320/28022009075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262467042626994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! dessert! we chose this cause tim was still hungry&lt;br /&gt;the food that he ordered was like so little&lt;br /&gt;and he has like this huge appetite so all&lt;br /&gt;of us shared our main courses with him&lt;br /&gt;and then we saw this picture of the dessert&lt;br /&gt;and it looked really tempting so mom ordered this&lt;br /&gt;again, no idea what the jap name for it is, but,&lt;br /&gt;um, black sesame ice cream with strawberries,&lt;br /&gt;the perfect way to conclude your meal&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream is really really smooth and its not&lt;br /&gt;thick like some and you can like eat two plates of it&lt;br /&gt;cause the portion isnt very big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq97DFghBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OSrz6b8k-L4/s1600-h/28022009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq97DFghBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OSrz6b8k-L4/s320/28022009096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263932947891218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reluctant mom and gor !&lt;br /&gt;haha. they dont like to pose for me :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq96ux_uBI/AAAAAAAAAas/lRLDDPAuzmk/s1600-h/28022009082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq96ux_uBI/AAAAAAAAAas/lRLDDPAuzmk/s320/28022009082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263927497340946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but daddy loves to take pics with me :D&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq9636zHOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fizsR8IjXVc/s1600-h/28022009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq9636zHOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fizsR8IjXVc/s320/28022009093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263929950182626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was a great celebration&lt;br /&gt;totally worth it cause i missed a year of celebration&lt;br /&gt;cause of my chicken pox last year.&lt;br /&gt;really glad that turning 19 was fun and i still&lt;br /&gt;find that, even after 19 years in this world,&lt;br /&gt;it really amazing that my brother and i have&lt;br /&gt;birthdays that are so close together&lt;br /&gt;and i love that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;we've come too far to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-542421799997065728?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/542421799997065728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=542421799997065728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/542421799997065728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/542421799997065728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-sibs.html' title='the birthday sibs.'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Saq5qSImq-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/oDF-HyHkJzk/s72-c/02032009099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-6832870765818914443</id><published>2009-02-25T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:39:23.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom.</title><content type='html'>exams are over and the fun begins :D&lt;br /&gt;lets recap this past week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrated my birthday a day earlier&lt;/div&gt;cause wenting syy lorla and boyf suprised me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i was studying at mac with wt and lorla&lt;/div&gt;happy happy happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;really sweet of them and really thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to them :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SaUtbkvw_6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/KK5NpdHmT_k/s1600-h/n756428021_1531978_9847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SaUtbkvw_6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/KK5NpdHmT_k/s320/n756428021_1531978_9847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306697687669735330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;caught pink panther 2 on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hilarious and i loved it&lt;/div&gt;i think syy found it lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i kept cracking up. HAMBUGER !!! lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack abit,&lt;br /&gt;there's a gorgeous rainbow&lt;br /&gt;outside my window right now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after MLE exams we headed to ms kwa's house!&lt;br /&gt;her house is so white i'm afraid to dirty it ! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and, her dog is SUPER SUPER ADORABLE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;i want one !!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause me and lorla reached earlier, we went with&lt;br /&gt;ms kwa to do shopping at katong shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;and we walked over and bought like drinks, chips and&lt;br /&gt;AWFULLY CHOCOLATE !!!!!!!! niceeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;then when we finished out shopping, we headed back&lt;br /&gt;and realised it was POURING . -.-&lt;br /&gt;the rain didnt look like it was going to stop anytime&lt;br /&gt;so we just walked real quickly back and we&lt;br /&gt;of course, got drenched . tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and today, me and lorla have officially killed all the trees&lt;br /&gt;cause we keep sneezing and using all tissue papers&lt;br /&gt;until my mother nag and scold at me.&lt;br /&gt;i believe her actual words were,&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA, THE TREES WILL HAUNT U I TELL U&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY SNEEZE AND WASTE MY TISSUES&lt;br /&gt;U BE CAREFUL AH . THE TREES WILL COME AFTER&lt;br /&gt;YOU I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh. dear old mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but PTN outing was fun fun =)&lt;br /&gt;we played games and then had forfeits&lt;br /&gt;somehow the forfeits were terrible&lt;br /&gt;including william's lap dance for ms kwa&lt;br /&gt;and i had to dance and let liting lie on my butt ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh. haha. all in all, it was an enjoyable experience&lt;br /&gt;and i loved it! i'm glad we all could spend the day together&lt;br /&gt;laughing and having fun as a class.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was great =)&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the unglam pics so shall wait for them&lt;br /&gt;to post it up on facebook or whatever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave u with the gorgeous rainbow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SaUtbrkIASI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ogo6wQGsNYo/s1600-h/25022009060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SaUtbrkIASI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ogo6wQGsNYo/s320/25022009060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306697689499959586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;a perfect night on the front porch glider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6832870765818914443?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6832870765818914443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=6832870765818914443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1444857658089696253</id><published>2009-02-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:17:56.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imprinting them in my memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGLJ3Y7-fI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_yp5fq9ms-s/s1600-h/DSC01430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301171237995411954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGLJ3Y7-fI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_yp5fq9ms-s/s320/DSC01430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spastic Shot ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with bestf and boyf on sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to meet her before she flew again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;initially arraged for a movie, then dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end time wasnt on our side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we skipped movie and headed to farrer park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have nepalese cuisine ! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daph also got me this turkish delight thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not bad, quite nice, dad says it taste like red dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our sumptious meal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have chilli chicken, rice, momo(steamed meat dumplings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masala naan(which is like prata with potato) and my fave, SUKUTI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301168820683001282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGI9KMvzcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/aIFds3R61YQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(397).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukuti !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301168828093385986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGI9lzhTQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gs7TUccQKdM/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(396).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301168831834074306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGI9zvXrMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RphZIcDQ-1c/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(395).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301168833099867058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGI94dKI7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/WXUxeBvF0wk/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(393).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301168828725281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGI9oKLQcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HXzRDLn6Cw0/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(394).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, i whined about taking neoprints since i wasnt seeing daphne again for a long time. so i dragged her to dhoby and boyf went crazy bout playing arcade and he dragged daphne to play like car racing and the drums thingy. so we finally managed to take our neoprints and then daffy went home. it'll be a long time before i'll see her again and i really kinda miss her at times. well, all the times we spent together will always be in my memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's what true friendship is all about. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301172044189089746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGL4ysfP9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7O-iCfbQyb4/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(398).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;escape with me away from reality just for awhile, please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1444857658089696253?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1444857658089696253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1444857658089696253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1444857658089696253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1444857658089696253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/02/imprinting-them-in-my-memory.html' title='imprinting them in my memory'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SZGLJ3Y7-fI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_yp5fq9ms-s/s72-c/DSC01430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7947755862313143278</id><published>2009-02-10T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:47:43.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slipping through my fingers</title><content type='html'>its hard to hold onto something&lt;br /&gt;its like holding onto air.&lt;br /&gt;i cant. i really cant hold on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;we were gonna take a dip in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7947755862313143278?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7947755862313143278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7947755862313143278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7947755862313143278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7947755862313143278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/02/slipping-through-my-fingers.html' title='slipping through my fingers'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-113710721725745949</id><published>2009-02-08T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:15:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presents</title><content type='html'>mom asked tim where he wanted to&lt;br /&gt;go and celebrate our birthdays&lt;br /&gt;he stoned and said, i dont want to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom asked me what i wanted&lt;br /&gt;i told her,&lt;br /&gt;a camera.&lt;br /&gt;she ignored me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a wierd family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk me home in your leather jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-113710721725745949?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/113710721725745949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=113710721725745949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/113710721725745949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/113710721725745949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/02/presents.html' title='presents'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2797973053407886714</id><published>2009-02-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:50:40.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new love</title><content type='html'>boost is the new love&lt;br /&gt;you know you are too . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEFPozk3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3LpPnTOlk0E/s1600-h/27012009051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEFPozk3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3LpPnTOlk0E/s320/27012009051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297856131047330674" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEFATB7_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/DC7ZjREcbQ0/s1600-h/27012009053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEFATB7_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/DC7ZjREcbQ0/s320/27012009053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297856126929465330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEEzgm0vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/557AVwOm-so/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28382%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEEzgm0vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/557AVwOm-so/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28382%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297856123496747762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEEhBhkeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gBxcjusXETU/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28390%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEEhBhkeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gBxcjusXETU/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28390%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297856118534541794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEEp4vUCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3n7JdOrUr3o/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28388%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SYXEEp4vUCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3n7JdOrUr3o/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28388%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297856120913612834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pictures for pleasure . that's what its worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2797973053407886714?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2797973053407886714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2797973053407886714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5489508028935044760</id><published>2009-01-24T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:19:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facts, its all about telling the truth</title><content type='html'>dont ever try to lie about something&lt;br /&gt;when in your heart, you know that no one will believe you&lt;br /&gt;especially to those whom you did harm to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be all about the conscience&lt;br /&gt;i know people say , "you have no conscience"&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;everybody has conscience&lt;br /&gt;the only difference is that&lt;br /&gt;whether your conscience can affect your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a matter of time my pain will be over&lt;br /&gt;but you will always have to live with the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;that you betrayed everyone around you and&lt;br /&gt;that you sent away everything that mattered the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;" i think this is probably why dimone smokes in his cell alone"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5489508028935044760?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5489508028935044760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5489508028935044760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5489508028935044760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5489508028935044760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/facts-its-all-about-telling-truth.html' title='facts, its all about telling the truth'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8499748772126441601</id><published>2009-01-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:49:52.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday dear =)</title><content type='html'>happy birthday babe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSezSgrypI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dWYIAeX2vko/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28376%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSezSgrypI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dWYIAeX2vko/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28376%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030066046618258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello =) i'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's bestie's bd and since she cant&lt;br /&gt;meet for dinner tmr ,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go shopping at orchard today instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i hate shopping with my bff cause she rarely buys stuff&lt;br /&gt;and its not bout the money&lt;br /&gt;heck, that girl has a UOB credit card infinite&lt;br /&gt;man, she's rich,&lt;br /&gt;but today, it seemed like she lost all control&lt;br /&gt;and when i told her to stop buying&lt;br /&gt;she actually whined to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"last time u complain i nvr buy&lt;br /&gt;now i buy u say i cannot buy !"&lt;br /&gt;faints *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i met her after school and we walked round orchard&lt;br /&gt;first stop was far east plaza where we spent nearly 2 hrs on 1 lvl&lt;br /&gt;horrible eh she ? look here look there dont know what she want also&lt;br /&gt;so her first purchase of the day was a belt&lt;br /&gt;which i think is nice...&lt;br /&gt;next, i cant rmb the thing she bought second&lt;br /&gt;it was a small item i guess&lt;br /&gt;and thirdly, she bought a pair of shorts&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, as vest ,&lt;br /&gt;fifth, a top, which i like alot too&lt;br /&gt;and lastly she concluded her shopping by&lt;br /&gt;buying a necklace from forever 21&lt;br /&gt;oohhh. i bought a dress too :D&lt;br /&gt;so we had shopped for nearly 4 hrs&lt;br /&gt;and i carried all her shopping bags for her lah&lt;br /&gt;make me like her shopping boyfriend like that&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went shopping ,&lt;br /&gt;at the very most i only carried two shopping bags&lt;br /&gt;now i'm like carrying 6 ? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then boyf. called and asked where we were dining&lt;br /&gt;so i suggested a nepalese restaurant to bestie and she said ok&lt;br /&gt;i love this dish called sukuti.&lt;br /&gt;its dried buffalo meat with onions tomatoes and a lil spicy&lt;br /&gt;it isnt as weird as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;its really quite nice to eat , anyone interested ? =)&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring u guys down there one day if u are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bestie and i headed down to farrer park to meet boyf.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;now here's the funny part&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant i wanted to go was called everest&lt;br /&gt;but boyf. said there's this new one opened and&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to try it, so we said ok&lt;br /&gt;but the food was horrible&lt;br /&gt;even the sukuti was yucky&lt;br /&gt;i kept complaning and since we were quite full&lt;br /&gt;and our appetites ruined by the low standard food&lt;br /&gt;we decided to head to everest just to have my sukuti&lt;br /&gt;i swear, that place serves the best sukuti in singapore&lt;br /&gt;so as we were leaving, i went over to the other side&lt;br /&gt;of the table to grab daphne's shopping bags&lt;br /&gt;so daphne and i were arguing bout who should carry them&lt;br /&gt;then, i think its her bag too big,&lt;br /&gt;as she reached out to help me,&lt;br /&gt;i saw water dripping from the table&lt;br /&gt;then i was like wondering why got water leaking&lt;br /&gt;so i pointed to it and then daphne turned and&lt;br /&gt;that was when the whole glass cup went crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she screamed when she saw it falling&lt;br /&gt;like as if that would have been any help.&lt;br /&gt;boyf. just stood there at stared&lt;br /&gt;then he started laughing&lt;br /&gt;say we very noisy, scream for what&lt;br /&gt;and thats how i've come to tease her abt ,&lt;br /&gt;wah ! daphne, not bad ah , spend the last few&lt;br /&gt;hours of being 18 breaking a glass ! woooo !&lt;br /&gt;haha . she punched me in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;not that funny after all.&lt;br /&gt;so after that horrifying incident we went to everest&lt;br /&gt;and yum yum , my sukuti =)&lt;br /&gt;just the way i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to all the 18 going on 19,&lt;br /&gt;try not to break a glass during the last&lt;br /&gt;few hours as an 18 year-old =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukuti ! i know it doesnt look appealing here&lt;br /&gt;but i swear, it tastes pretty darn good&lt;br /&gt;any takers ? =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSezsNR_xI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cv2CesE_2WQ/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28377%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSezsNR_xI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cv2CesE_2WQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28377%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030072944557842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday daphne :D this was taken a year ago when u were 17&lt;br /&gt;many happy returns of the day =)&lt;br /&gt;hugs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSfi7zs_nI/AAAAAAAAATI/NPMr9kVdBm8/s1600-h/dinning+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSfi7zs_nI/AAAAAAAAATI/NPMr9kVdBm8/s320/dinning+in.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030884586094194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;they say that people speak with different languages&lt;br /&gt;i think its just that we hear it with different ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8499748772126441601?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8499748772126441601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8499748772126441601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8499748772126441601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8499748772126441601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dear.html' title='happy birthday dear =)'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXSezSgrypI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dWYIAeX2vko/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6%28376%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5610566264670158378</id><published>2009-01-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:01:43.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new item on my wishlist</title><content type='html'>helllloooo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new item for my wishlist,&lt;br /&gt;anyone rich enough to give it to me,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be eternally grateful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital IXUS 80 IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo taken from canon webby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292647924618244866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXNDPuwUMwI/AAAAAAAAASw/XprmEkBNfoE/s320/ixus80is-banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i definitely want the silver one. &lt;p&gt;either that or the light brown caramel . no other colors. &lt;p&gt;oh heck. as long as its a Canon Digital IXUS 80 IS,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd want it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5610566264670158378?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SXNDPuwUMwI/AAAAAAAAASw/XprmEkBNfoE/s72-c/ixus80is-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5760135071775382757</id><published>2009-01-18T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:03:16.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>time passes really fast,&lt;br /&gt;i guess its just the second semster thats like that&lt;br /&gt;ca1's are just over, all assignments handed in&lt;br /&gt;and now comes ca2.&lt;br /&gt;its almost as if i'm the pea under the princess' bed&lt;br /&gt;u know , the story bout the princess and the pea&lt;br /&gt;cept now i'm the pea and 100 matresses are above me&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the weight of the princess,&lt;br /&gt;which ultimately represents exams.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. what a way to relate that to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm ranting here again cause&lt;br /&gt;syy said she tot i abandoned this blog ,&lt;br /&gt;which FIY , i DID NOT LAH .&lt;br /&gt;i'm very busy, not unlike her , shopping online for shirts.&lt;br /&gt;bestie's bd is coming up, gotta get her twilight book she wants&lt;br /&gt;then its CNY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont know if i hate or love CNY&lt;br /&gt;sure, u get ang pows . who doesnt love money&lt;br /&gt;i know i do , especially with the hole in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;the size of the hole in the ozone layer&lt;br /&gt;yeah again , i know , what a way to compare.&lt;br /&gt;so then again , what is it that i dont feel comfortable with?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the fact that on the first day, i have to go&lt;br /&gt;visiting at my aunt's place , which is my father's sis in law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's my weird family history.&lt;br /&gt;my dad doesnt speak much to his family&lt;br /&gt;i think something happened when i was like 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;really really young , before this whole family saga started ,&lt;br /&gt;i used to go visiting to my dad's brother and two sis houses.&lt;br /&gt;then after this like quarrel, i really dont know the gist of it,&lt;br /&gt;we stopped going to his brother's place and the sister too&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, every year since then, for as long as i can rmb,&lt;br /&gt;we have been going to only his sis-in law's place,&lt;br /&gt;cause my uncle died when i was quite young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my this auntie,(dad's sis in law) took care&lt;br /&gt;of me when i was a baby .. or rather, toddler.&lt;br /&gt;i have no recollections of that though,&lt;br /&gt;my auntie has 3 sons of her own, the youngest just&lt;br /&gt;got married in dec last year.. he was bout 32 ??&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know..&lt;br /&gt;im the youngest when it comes to my cousins in my dads side&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt really feel good cause no one ever talks to u&lt;br /&gt;so its like a standard procedure.&lt;br /&gt;every first day of the new year, my parents, bro and i&lt;br /&gt;will cab down to bukit timah where my aunt stays&lt;br /&gt;then my brother and i will stone there, after paying respects&lt;br /&gt;my father will be nibbling tidbits and trying to make jokes&lt;br /&gt;my mother happily chatting away with my aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then will come my aunt's 3 sons, and they're like 30 plus 40&lt;br /&gt;the oldest has been married and has two children, 11 and 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;they dont even talk to me or my brother&lt;br /&gt;the other cousin is like unmarried but has a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and the youngest got married last yr dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its really awkard for us to talk&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, during lunch, they just keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;the occasional voices woul be my aunt telling us to eat more&lt;br /&gt;and my mother yaking to my cousins&lt;br /&gt;on rare occasions, they'd ask my brother what unit is he in&lt;br /&gt;how's army? where u going after ns ?&lt;br /&gt;same usual standard questions,&lt;br /&gt;same ususal standard replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch they'd retire to thier rms&lt;br /&gt;and again, the stoning part continues&lt;br /&gt;then at ard 2 plus 3 we'd leave and go home&lt;br /&gt;and then you'd wonder what happens&lt;br /&gt;to my other aunts and uncles..&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever see them, its been nearly 10 years ..&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know whats going on anymore&lt;br /&gt;and until recently, ive seen them&lt;br /&gt;at where ? at my aunt's youngest son's wedding last yr dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its was damn frigging awkward.&lt;br /&gt;u know how the groom has a VIP table&lt;br /&gt;well the only family there was my aunt's family and mine&lt;br /&gt;and then somewhere in the room were all my dad's siblings&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;for years and years they'd nvr contacted and this is how they meet again,&lt;br /&gt;after like a decade? at a wedding and they're like total strangers&lt;br /&gt;whats next ? will they wait until its someones funeral ?&lt;br /&gt;is it only then that they will start talking ?&lt;br /&gt;how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;at the wedding, i saw all my cousins&lt;br /&gt;10 years still didnt change their looks&lt;br /&gt;my other aunts and uncles were still the same&lt;br /&gt;it seemed that it was only me that grew&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago they saw me as an annoying pesk&lt;br /&gt;running around and finding mischief&lt;br /&gt;10 years later i'm standing there and they're all like&lt;br /&gt;WAH.. SAMANTHA SO BIG ALREADY AHHH&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME SHE ONLY SO SHORT&lt;br /&gt;NOW SO TALL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get the point&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why my dad refuses to see his siblings&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even allow us to speak abt them&lt;br /&gt;now u see what a dysfunctional family i have ?&lt;br /&gt;haha . what a cold laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well . i'll just close one eye&lt;br /&gt;better yet, i'd blind myself&lt;br /&gt;so i cant see the cruelty of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i gaze into the sunset of the day&lt;br /&gt;all i can see is purple and reds of his silhouette &lt;br /&gt;the markings of a new year&lt;br /&gt;the beginnings of trouble&lt;br /&gt;i'll post a happier post after CNY .&lt;br /&gt;promise ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a couple of straws and a coca cola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2779997544587037747</id><published>2008-12-27T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:42:29.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone , against them all .</title><content type='html'>the immenient arrival of a new year&lt;br /&gt;the same problems of the past&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired ,&lt;br /&gt;i have been that way for such a long time&lt;br /&gt;that i can't rmb the last time&lt;br /&gt;that i was truly happy and carefree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i express myself in words&lt;br /&gt;who will help me lighten my burden&lt;br /&gt;you , him , her or them ,&lt;br /&gt;it all seems pointless now ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you tell someone your problems&lt;br /&gt;when they can't really understand them&lt;br /&gt;not because you dont want to ,&lt;br /&gt;but because they have to be in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;and because they will judge ,&lt;br /&gt;and offer criticisms instead of a listening ear&lt;br /&gt;if i could just close my eyes and wish it all away&lt;br /&gt;how nice it would be ,&lt;br /&gt;then again, who would be my genie&lt;br /&gt;and grant me happiness and peace ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant rattle on about my worries&lt;br /&gt;let's do something more fun ,&lt;br /&gt;my wishlist =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S collector's postcards&lt;br /&gt;a wallflower christmas by lisa kleypas&lt;br /&gt;N95 8GB&lt;br /&gt;2 new shirts&lt;br /&gt;a new pair of shorts/skirt&lt;br /&gt;a new pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;a new bag&lt;br /&gt;harry potter books 2 and 4 (extra copies, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;try and read twilight series&lt;br /&gt;a fun outing with the fag gang&lt;br /&gt;current problems to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeapsy . thats all for now i guess&lt;br /&gt;though i'm pretty sure that&lt;br /&gt;some items on my list i'll nvr get&lt;br /&gt;hope that the sem ends quickly&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm free free free =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd listen for your heart to lead me right to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2779997544587037747?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2779997544587037747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2779997544587037747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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well</title><content type='html'>long overdued post (=&lt;br /&gt;okok , here's pretty much the gist of it&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm lazy and i need to shower and play dai dee online&lt;br /&gt;went to CLINIC on sat with daffy bestie&lt;br /&gt;i tot the concept of the bar was pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;cause some of the drinks were served in syringes and blood bags&lt;br /&gt;we had the syinges drink , it was called X nurses party or something&lt;br /&gt;and it was like 6 for 50 bucks&lt;br /&gt;it came like that so we couldnt order like 4 or whatever&lt;br /&gt;the other drinks were like 18 bucks each ..&lt;br /&gt;the taste wasnt really very nice but the fun was&lt;br /&gt;that you were drinking from a syringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures here !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAWEz3KZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_pCepwn4b0s/s1600-h/DSCN1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275545130247858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAWEz3KZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_pCepwn4b0s/s320/DSCN1909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAV6PllnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6BDS7rYIee0/s1600-h/DSCN1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275545127411357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAV6PllnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6BDS7rYIee0/s320/DSCN1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAVtDU5tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ijrCVNVndo8/s1600-h/DSCN1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275545123870271186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAVtDU5tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ijrCVNVndo8/s320/DSCN1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes , i simply MUST recount this entertaining story &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was telling flora so now i shall tell it to you (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, entertaining for you , pure torture for me . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was on my way to meet daphne and since &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was staying at amk and we were going clarke quay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided to take the red line down to amk and meet her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so on my train ride there, i was seated quite comfortably &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between this lady and a guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so at woodlands, the lady got up and alighted and the horror began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this old man , bout 40 plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rushed into the train and snatch the empty seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was beside me from another lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was quite irritated and she glared at him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after he sat down , he opened his legs quite wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was very annoyed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i noticed this horrible smell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those type of smell like dried mushrooms that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your family usually eats for chinese new year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i realised the pungent smell was emitting from that uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was wearing like those shirts that cheeky old man and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those race horse betters would wear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wore a specs which was perched on the bridge of his nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he carried like 3 bags of dunno what stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg , the smell was making me nauseous and i wanted to faint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so darn smelly like shit plus the dried mushroom smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then after awhile i realised it was actually cause he was sweating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was ike his body odour ?! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i could faint on the spot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he kept turning his head and looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NATUARALLY i got offended and i turn and diao him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he just smirk back at me . i was like &lt;a href="mailto:#@)#%()@$"&gt;#@)#%()@$&lt;/a&gt;# ?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i couldnt take it i started sms-ing flora..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he turned and look at my sms !!!! -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i practically tilted my phone to the other direction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then the guy on my other side started looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at what i was typing . tsk . so kpo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the guy beside me left , ( not the smelly one )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i faster shift and seat at his seat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that the smelly uncle and i are like one seat apart &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i con't to sms while a lady sat in between me and the uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i felt the lady leaning against me and i look at her and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised that reason she was doing so was cause the uncle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kept leaning closer to her side to see what i was typing on my sms !?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg omg omg omg ! like HELLO ?! is he mental ?! what's his problem?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so nvm . i just dont wanna look at him cause he was like totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking the hell out of me . &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just look straight ahead and the mrt has glas reflection so u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can see the ppl beside u right , the uncle also look straight ahead and , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE BLOODY WRIGGLED HIS EYEBROWS AT ME !! FAINTS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a shock and i faster turn away !!!! i wanna cry ready la ! stupid tiko !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i con't to ignore him till daphne came up th train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause she was wearing a skirt then i think he kept looking at her ! TSK TSK !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;so finally he left before us , and as he was alighting , he was standing at the door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i look up , SUAY SUAY our eyes met and he WINKED at me !!?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg omg omg omg . sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . then he gave me a very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gross smirk and left the train . i could have died there and then . zzzzz . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok anyway , hope that was entertaining for you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're laughing like mad after reading this , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have no conscious at all . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsk . laughing at my misery . -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway , just wanna say to nov and dex that i'm fine ok &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really , just put it in the past cause u're making me feel guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just forget everything yeap (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides , i cant wait for friday , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dexter tay , say hello to your new manicurist ! :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. shadow and bobo have taken a liking to the pooh =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;these simple words will do best to best ascribe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8880096960258248321?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8880096960258248321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8880096960258248321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8880096960258248321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8880096960258248321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='all&apos;s well that ends well'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/STaAWEz3KZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_pCepwn4b0s/s72-c/DSCN1909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2022163659413629091</id><published>2008-10-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:56:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day without you .</title><content type='html'>school's in , fun's out .&lt;br /&gt;well , not really ,&lt;br /&gt;there aint nothing much this sem&lt;br /&gt;cept projects and more projects .&lt;br /&gt;friends are so busy lately with their stuffs&lt;br /&gt;working aint easy either but i need a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the offer is right in front of you ,&lt;br /&gt;you dont seize it ,&lt;br /&gt;and now that its gone&lt;br /&gt;and in its place, are troubles ,&lt;br /&gt;what do you do ?&lt;br /&gt;something that should have gone&lt;br /&gt;can now vanish but that's not the heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;for if its gone, there's no returning and&lt;br /&gt;thereafter , more problems will flow in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well . sucky sucky sucky ,&lt;br /&gt;thats the mood for these two weeks .&lt;br /&gt;i've been cooped up pretty much at home lately&lt;br /&gt;there arent many places to go , things to do&lt;br /&gt;i miss siti )= miss working at vivo sometimes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so with a heavy heart ,&lt;br /&gt;this post will end with just five words .&lt;br /&gt;just another day without you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;will you ever come back ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2022163659413629091?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2022163659413629091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2022163659413629091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2022163659413629091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2022163659413629091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-day-without-you.html' title='just another day without you .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1720092419859059827</id><published>2008-10-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:59:34.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOBO (='/><title type='text'>sweets . (=</title><content type='html'>finally met baby today ,&lt;br /&gt;after like a week of not seeing him ,&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at vivo , he made me wait for him&lt;br /&gt;for like more than an hour . tsk .&lt;br /&gt;but , he bought me a bear ! :D&lt;br /&gt;we went to build a bear and he picked out one for me&lt;br /&gt;so together we fluffed it and put two hearts in the bear bear :D&lt;br /&gt;and then we scrub th bear and then we named it BOBO . haha .&lt;br /&gt;love love love (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOn7t85c-II/AAAAAAAAAP4/1koqDwiqagw/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254007207164180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOn7t85c-II/AAAAAAAAAP4/1koqDwiqagw/s320/change.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;a lifetime of loving , thats what i want with you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1720092419859059827?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1720092419859059827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1720092419859059827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1720092419859059827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1720092419859059827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweets.html' title='sweets . (='/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOn7t85c-II/AAAAAAAAAP4/1koqDwiqagw/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1595736086974591022</id><published>2008-10-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:24:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA ONE (=</title><content type='html'>syy smsed me a job offer bout the F1 ,&lt;br /&gt;she had gotten the job from her friend&lt;br /&gt;so i called up and the lady, MAY ,&lt;br /&gt;told us to gather at city hall mrt at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;so, on friday at 10am,&lt;br /&gt;syy and I made our way there , in hopes of&lt;br /&gt;getting a job to work during the formula one race&lt;br /&gt;so we turned up at 10 and there were like&lt;br /&gt;100 other girls waiting too .&lt;br /&gt;we waited , and waited and waited ,&lt;br /&gt;until like finally , this person who contacted us,&lt;br /&gt;MAY finally turned up with this ang moh ,&lt;br /&gt;called lisa , they were like over an hour late&lt;br /&gt;and didnt even bother to explain or whatever&lt;br /&gt;so they divided us into grps and we headed off&lt;br /&gt;to cut the super long story short ,&lt;br /&gt;syy and I became ferrari girls .&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby . sounds cheesy , whatever , its cool .&lt;br /&gt;ok so we just had to stand in the booth and sell stuff&lt;br /&gt;shirts , bags , sweaters , caps blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERRARI BOOTH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572546297933154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5ssOrWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/V3ZT6Nu4SMk/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(324).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before i had this job, i had absolutely&lt;br /&gt;zero interest in those loud car races&lt;br /&gt;it was too noisy for me and i didnt get a thrill&lt;br /&gt;out of watching cars go round and round in laps&lt;br /&gt;however, by saturday , i already had my favourite driver&lt;br /&gt;which , of course , is a ferrari driver&lt;br /&gt;ferrari's most popular drivers are of course ,&lt;br /&gt;kimi raikkonen and felipe massa&lt;br /&gt;my fave is KIMI . even my shirt had his name ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out below (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572539999121986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5VOeckI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0ORCyU3zVEM/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(321).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday , it was super busy and at the booth ,&lt;br /&gt;there were only like 7 girls ,&lt;br /&gt;its was so hard to handle . customers queued up&lt;br /&gt;and were very impatient when they couldnt get your attention&lt;br /&gt;tsk .&lt;br /&gt;so on saturday , everybody was rooting for massa&lt;br /&gt;i mean , the guy was in the lead ,&lt;br /&gt;so we sold like tons of massa caps ,&lt;br /&gt;but , u know the results , massa came in 13th&lt;br /&gt;and my poor raikkonen crashed with just 4 laps to go&lt;br /&gt;guess this year aint a good year for ferrari&lt;br /&gt;just hope that they can win the other races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syy and i were having dinner the other day&lt;br /&gt;after we got our pay and we joked bout how&lt;br /&gt;before this job, we were clueless bout F1 drivers and all&lt;br /&gt;but now , here we are , after a 3 day job&lt;br /&gt;talking bout our fave drivers and many more&lt;br /&gt;i loved every single bit of my job&lt;br /&gt;during the F1 race ,&lt;br /&gt;but what i hated the most was standing .&lt;br /&gt;we stood for like 12 hrs ? from 12pm to 1 am&lt;br /&gt;it was pure torture .&lt;br /&gt;but now that its over , i kinda miss it .&lt;br /&gt;KIND OF . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5SADqwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wdj4X8UMYyA/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(313).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572539133340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5SADqwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wdj4X8UMYyA/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(313).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572541213624786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5ZwCSdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YKm8_IYlUoE/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(318).jpg" border="0" /&gt;the only guy in the midst of so many girls .&lt;br /&gt;he looks like some famous celeb star , yeah ? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5yKPghI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Zwl2--GUqYc/s1600-h/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572547765994002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SOTi5yKPghI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Zwl2--GUqYc/s320/DSC00106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1595736086974591022?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1595736086974591022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1595736086974591022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8955559196893631290</id><published>2008-09-24T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:21:11.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will these memories fade when i leave this town ,</title><content type='html'>today was a super boring day for me .&lt;br /&gt;no one was home , boyfee was slping&lt;br /&gt;and the fag gang were .. well . duno what they were up to .&lt;br /&gt;anyway , i got so bored that i decided to leave the house&lt;br /&gt;and go grab some books at the library .&lt;br /&gt;actually the real reason was to escape my mother&lt;br /&gt;cause i didnt wanna mop the floor when she came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i figured i'd head to jurong library since i love that library&lt;br /&gt;then while walking to the mrt , i thought bout going to lot 1&lt;br /&gt;it's been like ages since i visited that mall .&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt decide so i called syy to help me figure it out&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt much help . tsk . so in the end ,&lt;br /&gt;i settled going to lot 1 cause i wanted to see the changes that&lt;br /&gt;they did to the shopping mall .&lt;br /&gt;boy was i in for a surprise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok , first of all , lot 1 , at that time when i was 13 ,&lt;br /&gt;was the most completely boring place you'd ever go to&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt much to do , nothing nice to eat ,&lt;br /&gt;and definately not the place to do your shopping .&lt;br /&gt;from the ages of 13 to 16 , i hung out at lot 1 everyday .&lt;br /&gt;of course that excludes the weekends and holidays&lt;br /&gt;but still , everyday , after school , if time permitted ,&lt;br /&gt;i would like hang out there all day ...&lt;br /&gt;everybody else did , its like when u walk into lot 1&lt;br /&gt;you'd think you had walked into a school with&lt;br /&gt;loads of kids wearing diff uniforms .&lt;br /&gt;there would be cckss , teck whye , bukit panjang ,&lt;br /&gt;regent sec , pjc students flooding the mall .&lt;br /&gt;it was funny to see them , eating in fast food joints ,&lt;br /&gt;walking round in mini toons , zinc , the bluez&lt;br /&gt;or you could see them in neoprint shops ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you'd wonder what could possibly be&lt;br /&gt;so interesting that we would keep hanging out&lt;br /&gt;in that same old mall again and again .&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself the same question today ,&lt;br /&gt;there was seriously nothing appealing about lot 1 then .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today , when i see lot 1 for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;in like maybe a year or so , since the renovations started ,&lt;br /&gt;i can understand a lil bit more why sec sch kids hang out there .&lt;br /&gt;there's like fast food joints ( some things nvr change ) ,&lt;br /&gt;2 sort of like food junctions , pasta mania , a hot fave among teens ,&lt;br /&gt;newyork newyork , prolly like a high class restaurant that you'll only&lt;br /&gt;see in like the city area has a new branch at lot 1 , cck ?&lt;br /&gt;cotton on , edo sushi ( in my defense , i know sushi is common but there&lt;br /&gt;wasnt like a place where u could buy sushi when i was 13 except at NTUC)&lt;br /&gt;what else .. there's sweet talk , OH ! there CHIPPY'S ! can u believe that .&lt;br /&gt;its like so high class now , and the clothes shops , VOGUE , MEN'S STUDIO (i think)&lt;br /&gt;there's even a MOF . i mean , its like , WOW .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i walked around lot 1 today , all the memories came rushing back&lt;br /&gt;i was on the phone with daphne , and i was like telling her ,&lt;br /&gt;omg u should see this place now , its changed so much !&lt;br /&gt;walking along the shops , passing by mini toons ,&lt;br /&gt;the library , and all those new shops , i felt as if i was&lt;br /&gt;like a tourist in a place i was once so familiar with&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered all the fun times i had there ,&lt;br /&gt;like with my best friend , we would go to library&lt;br /&gt;and borrow books and read them during chinese class&lt;br /&gt;we'd just hang around , walk along and look at the shops&lt;br /&gt;and then with my sj gang , we'd take neoprints ,&lt;br /&gt;hav dinners together cause cca usually ended late ,&lt;br /&gt;just so much memories and i wonder if my friends&lt;br /&gt;remember me when they walk through lot 1 too.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i always can count on is that whenever i go to lot 1&lt;br /&gt;i will always , always see someone i know ,&lt;br /&gt;or i'd see a familiar face ..&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the last time i was there i saw mdm koh .&lt;br /&gt;scared the hell out of me , i turned and there she was . o.o&lt;br /&gt;FYI : mdm koh is my ex cca tch . i dont know how to tell you guys bout her , but my sj mates will know what i mean . haha&lt;br /&gt;and today , i saw an old sch mate , and oh , i saw aqmar .&lt;br /&gt;he was acutally on the way to break fast , met him on the train platform&lt;br /&gt;haha . well , there you go , my sec sch life . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh , i didnt get out of mopping the floor ,&lt;br /&gt;she was waiting for me to get home .&lt;br /&gt;dang .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8955559196893631290?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8955559196893631290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8955559196893631290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8955559196893631290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8955559196893631290'/><link rel='alternate' 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tease our chinese teacher&lt;br /&gt;and read story books under our table&lt;br /&gt;and how , during every muster parade ,&lt;br /&gt;i would glance at the band section to find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the hang arounds at lot 1 after sch&lt;br /&gt;the birthday celebrations together&lt;br /&gt;the recess times that we had&lt;br /&gt;so many countless memories&lt;br /&gt;wish they could replay just once more all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after o's , i got a job ,&lt;br /&gt;it was more fun and laughters for me at work&lt;br /&gt;with so many great people to joke with,&lt;br /&gt;going to work was really a joy ,&lt;br /&gt;with the exceptions of the managers (=&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days ,&lt;br /&gt;Dee.KaiDe.YiJun.Q.SirDes.Yan.Fiz.John.AuntieMama.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those memories seem so distant now&lt;br /&gt;but i'll keep them close (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;am i crazy or falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;this crush aint going away , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8616807480920452113?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8616807480920452113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8616807480920452113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8616807480920452113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8616807480920452113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-ol-days.html' title='the good ol&apos; days'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7518296902328859876</id><published>2008-08-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:23:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEEZED !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDhoN226I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qTS8LVTbrq0/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(290).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960699456576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDhoN226I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qTS8LVTbrq0/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(290).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDh88FMgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h0rzJxTkjFc/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(292).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960705019163138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDh88FMgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h0rzJxTkjFc/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(292).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDh84q-cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_WEX5zUN098/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(283).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960705004861890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDh84q-cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_WEX5zUN098/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(283).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDiCMVWnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zDVw3MO4eCI/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(293).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960706429508210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDiCMVWnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zDVw3MO4eCI/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(293).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDiPBt95I/AAAAAAAAAPA/S6qvk-6SbPY/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(278).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby and i went to watch the NDP with two &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of his cousins . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god . you'd think that nobody had watched it before . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so darn crowded that you had to fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for breathing space . i swear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people who were surrounding me were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all foreigners . pretty weird huh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess they wanted to celebrate with us too . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but , at the end of the day, we all got what we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came for , FIREWORKS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were oh so gorgeous . i think they outdid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every single thing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they get better and better each year . (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fire jets nearly cuased your heart to stop ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stunts they pulled were like , WOAH . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was definetly heart stopping ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved the love in the air thing done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the black knights , so sweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my baby , wish he was here )=&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233961053148094754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLD2N0fISI/AAAAAAAAAPI/l-ose5SrfiE/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(279).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is not about the moments that you breathe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its about the moments that take your breath away .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7518296902328859876?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7518296902328859876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7518296902328859876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7518296902328859876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7518296902328859876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/08/squeezed.html' title='SQUEEZED !'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SKLDhoN226I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qTS8LVTbrq0/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(290).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3602014956447495152</id><published>2008-07-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:52:50.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life, the way it is .</title><content type='html'>recently some one close asked me&lt;br /&gt;a question that sparked off a chain of thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;thus leading to this entry ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"how do you know that you're in love ?&lt;br /&gt;and how do you know that he loves you too ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point in time, i just gave a&lt;br /&gt;noncommital shrug and laughed off the question&lt;br /&gt;and answered with those cliche statements,&lt;br /&gt;and then you'd wonder, how can those statements&lt;br /&gt;be so cliche, and be so true ?&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure, love hurts , blah blah ,&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt know that .&lt;br /&gt;i guess when you are in love,&lt;br /&gt;there are several ways to detect it ,&lt;br /&gt;love just pops round the corner and&lt;br /&gt;its like this invisible car that crashes into you&lt;br /&gt;but you dont feel the impact of the crash very much later ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its when you've been together for so long,&lt;br /&gt;and you can hardly wait for the next anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;you think its still far away,&lt;br /&gt;but the next thing you know, its tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;its when you've been together for so long ,&lt;br /&gt;had your fair share of laughter tears and quarrels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its when people ask you how you manage to&lt;br /&gt;stay together for so long and they question&lt;br /&gt;about the number of times you quarrelled .&lt;br /&gt;love is when you answer them this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah , i think we quarrel and have&lt;br /&gt;alot of small fights , but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i just cant seem to remember a single one&lt;br /&gt;all those that are etched in my mind are&lt;br /&gt;only the good memories,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to answer whether or not&lt;br /&gt;the other party loves you,&lt;br /&gt;its when he goes crazy with worry that&lt;br /&gt;he raises his voice in panic, and not in anger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;i bid you goodnight with my favourite westlife song ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do they Know?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All they know&lt;br /&gt;Is when we fight&lt;br /&gt;They never see us in the loving times&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;They don't know&lt;br /&gt;A thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know&lt;br /&gt;How the laughter flies&lt;br /&gt;Only the stories&lt;br /&gt;Most of which are lies&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;They don't know&lt;br /&gt;A thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you understand&lt;br /&gt;A love so strong&lt;br /&gt;When you never shared that with someone&lt;br /&gt;And when all the lies are dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;We'll prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they don't feel&lt;br /&gt;Your touch at night&lt;br /&gt;The way your hair falls in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;They don't know&lt;br /&gt;A thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you understand&lt;br /&gt;A love so strong&lt;br /&gt;When you never shared that with someone&lt;br /&gt;And when all the lies are dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;We'll prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all they know is how to criticize&lt;br /&gt;They'll never take a chance in their own lives&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;They dont know&lt;br /&gt;A thing&lt;br /&gt;And all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is they don't know a thing "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs help you through the darkest hours, so they say,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know bout you, but this one did , (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we will never say goodbye ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3602014956447495152?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3602014956447495152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-4181778932463361271</id><published>2008-07-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:42:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hook'd !</title><content type='html'>went with lorla and novea to&lt;br /&gt;the oops! hook'd beach party at sentosa&lt;br /&gt;wasnt really crowded when we reached there ,&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite noisy ,&lt;br /&gt;prolly cause the emcees were really hyper .&lt;br /&gt;we didnt really play much of the games&lt;br /&gt;but i think the water games were quite fun&lt;br /&gt;and syy got soaked cause someone flipped her boat&lt;br /&gt;ha . oh and there was this really good artist ,&lt;br /&gt;who drew faces in a cartoon version .&lt;br /&gt;so all of us had oiur faces drawn&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really think the pictures looks like us&lt;br /&gt;lorla's one looks like her though . haha .&lt;br /&gt;and we had our hands painted by this lady ,&lt;br /&gt;she's really nice and her skills are like WOW .&lt;br /&gt;all in all , i think hook'd ! was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;wonder what's the next event oops! will bring (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pooh bear ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LFr9VzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rjgVvq_nwb8/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(262).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222477012789974834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LFr9VzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rjgVvq_nwb8/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(262).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Novea's patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LfOSPxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kF-StzJL1Lw/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(263).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222477019644837650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LfOSPxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kF-StzJL1Lw/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(263).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lorla's doggy ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LZeHtAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IsC8Px2Ie14/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(264).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222477018100642818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LZeHtAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IsC8Px2Ie14/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(264).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-4181778932463361271?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4181778932463361271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=4181778932463361271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4181778932463361271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/4181778932463361271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/07/hookd.html' title='hook&apos;d !'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn3LFr9VzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rjgVvq_nwb8/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(262).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5877824767412282668</id><published>2008-07-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:34:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222470669033558242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxZ1WkUOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Y2r8FPDXAQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(239).jpg" border="0" /&gt;OUTING TIME ! :D&lt;br /&gt;went with baby to botanic gardens today&lt;br /&gt;man, can those mosquitoes sting .&lt;br /&gt;brought bread to feed the fishies ..&lt;br /&gt;they were like starving , poor things&lt;br /&gt;then we found this spot near the toilet&lt;br /&gt;which had this swing . it was really cute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnzl_pHuVI/AAAAAAAAANg/hHREloSb_QU/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(250).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222473076977416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnzl_pHuVI/AAAAAAAAANg/hHREloSb_QU/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(250).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; swing swing swing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnzmGa_TkI/AAAAAAAAANo/a0jz3v25EtE/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(252).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222473078797192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnzmGa_TkI/AAAAAAAAANo/a0jz3v25EtE/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(252).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222470673865140978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxaHWgavI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fuG19cSo_2c/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(246).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222473069543096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnzlj8pASI/AAAAAAAAANY/jXfa6GdJv64/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(255).jpg" border="0" /&gt;then after, bestie called and we headed&lt;br /&gt;to orchard to find her .&lt;br /&gt;AW . missed her like crazy (=&lt;br /&gt;so we shopped ard orchard&lt;br /&gt;till our feets hurt .&lt;br /&gt;and then after , we headed home&lt;br /&gt;so we took the train to hougang&lt;br /&gt;to drop of her majesty , daphne chen&lt;br /&gt;then baby and i took the train back&lt;br /&gt;and i got off at outram and ,&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home . (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my two precious (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxaeafhZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z-klQ9n6MqY/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(244).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222470680055874962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxaeafhZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z-klQ9n6MqY/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(244).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxaa_6VrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JNLS9RXh0VQ/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(246).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxaoB8y-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/C4tUDbvqcCQ/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(249).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222470682637290466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxaoB8y-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/C4tUDbvqcCQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(249).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sweetest picture of all (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222473694172906386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHn0J63_g5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nRxi-3HNcDE/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(258).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222473084351032402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnzmbHILFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wttgu8D3g4w/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(256).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5877824767412282668?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5877824767412282668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5877824767412282668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5877824767412282668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5877824767412282668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/07/rants.html' title='rants .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SHnxZ1WkUOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Y2r8FPDXAQ/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(239).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-101196761330734767</id><published>2008-06-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:05:52.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the world stops ,</title><content type='html'>BABY'S BACK :D&lt;br /&gt;woooohooo . ha .&lt;br /&gt;oh well . on the darker note , om's tmr .&lt;br /&gt;sucks . i keep reading my notes but nothing is going in&lt;br /&gt;i bet i'll be staring at th stupid paper tmr&lt;br /&gt;and cursing in all sorts of languages . (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time that the world stopped turning&lt;br /&gt;today , it finally did ,&lt;br /&gt;just for that moment ,&lt;br /&gt;just for you and me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a current that washes away the mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-101196761330734767?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/101196761330734767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=101196761330734767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/101196761330734767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/101196761330734767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-world-stops.html' title='when the world stops ,'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1557168318322794082</id><published>2008-06-10T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:36:05.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UBIN ! :D</title><content type='html'>UBIN ! class outing was FUN FUN FUN . but i hate ubin . ok only those parts where we had to climb up those steep slopes . bonding was fun ! and we were so exhausted .&lt;br /&gt;the downhill slopes were scary .&lt;br /&gt;i rmb seeing ying fly in front of me ..&lt;br /&gt;and then jovis braked in the middle of this&lt;br /&gt;super steep slope and i swerved and&lt;br /&gt;i hollered her name like some mad woman&lt;br /&gt;and screamed like nobody's business , haha !&lt;br /&gt;pictures ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place where it all began ,&lt;br /&gt;changi point ferry terminal ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210488974993008274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gHcyMJpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fD-tIclHNsc/s320/P6090002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye singapore , hello ubin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gFVplPzI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ukn6iOGUGJs/s1600-h/P6090017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210488938718117682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gFVplPzI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ukn6iOGUGJs/s320/P6090017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our boat ! so coincidentally that its SP . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gGJx3W-I/AAAAAAAAALo/DFl7AVIOHmo/s1600-h/P6090009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210488952711502818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gGJx3W-I/AAAAAAAAALo/DFl7AVIOHmo/s320/P6090009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all aboard !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gGjA6-4I/AAAAAAAAALw/xBzwd90C5AU/s1600-h/P6090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210488959485541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gGjA6-4I/AAAAAAAAALw/xBzwd90C5AU/s320/P6090006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats the jetty ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gHKJeYLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xkLIG2Z7pF0/s1600-h/P6090004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210488969990398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gHKJeYLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xkLIG2Z7pF0/s320/P6090004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to ubin ! syawal's posing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210487670647968034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e7huGUSI/AAAAAAAAALY/2DGENaj28N8/s320/P6090020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking is so much better than cycling . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e4HtHpXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PbWOEtgL6Ao/s1600-h/P6090040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210487612124931442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e4HtHpXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PbWOEtgL6Ao/s320/P6090040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our first stop , all of us were half dead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e4yo-siI/AAAAAAAAALA/DCRtNVRA2_g/s1600-h/P6090036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210487623650292258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e4yo-siI/AAAAAAAAALA/DCRtNVRA2_g/s320/P6090036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ms kwa happily opening her food !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e6mkXRRI/AAAAAAAAALI/Y8wPcQtWJE4/s1600-h/P6090034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210487654769444114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e6mkXRRI/AAAAAAAAALI/Y8wPcQtWJE4/s320/P6090034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo time before we headed off again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e7A33e3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MaOJrX_DYls/s1600-h/P6090032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210487661830568818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9e7A33e3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MaOJrX_DYls/s320/P6090032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feet of the world unite !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dRhJPfXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/az_17ZYqorg/s1600-h/P6090067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210485849427246450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dRhJPfXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/az_17ZYqorg/s320/P6090067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this scenery was fabulous .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dSOwPFRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9e7mp8masMQ/s1600-h/P6090048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210485861670393106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dSOwPFRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9e7mp8masMQ/s320/P6090048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out the clear water !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dSkrHYPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NR-CKr6NR7g/s1600-h/P6090058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210485867554496754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dSkrHYPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NR-CKr6NR7g/s320/P6090058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that's the board walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dTNvEF8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/49mKzMbY1ww/s1600-h/P6090060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210485878576912322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dTNvEF8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/49mKzMbY1ww/s320/P6090060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stupid machine , didnt work and we all hammered it and shouted at it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dTp5jGmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Wh8_MFet_Mc/s1600-h/P6090042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210485886137080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9dTp5jGmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Wh8_MFet_Mc/s320/P6090042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to civilisation !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cDUSaZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/CH2c_Y9spk0/s1600-h/P6090111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484505946253170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cDUSaZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/CH2c_Y9spk0/s320/P6090111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoying the sea breeze ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cDzXN9XI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vnbXzjhESJs/s1600-h/P6090101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484514287908210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cDzXN9XI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vnbXzjhESJs/s320/P6090101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooh . that our bikes ! and beside it was this very beautiful quarry ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cERN1l-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1Ku-FgESp4Y/s1600-h/P6090099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484522301626338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cERN1l-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1Ku-FgESp4Y/s320/P6090099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the xiao meis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cE9w4ciI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JJG2N4NZeYw/s1600-h/P6090100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484534259773986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cE9w4ciI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JJG2N4NZeYw/s320/P6090100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEH . ms kwa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cFQFVh_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/inxryVLicAI/s1600-h/P6090079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484539177404402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9cFQFVh_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/inxryVLicAI/s320/P6090079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after ubin , we headed to changi airport , t3 for popeyes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482847953753682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9aizyMllI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0HamLVctgys/s320/P6090122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;final shot with ms kwa cause she had to go back to school ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482854134568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9ajKz0V5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4HoEhKkAU_g/s320/P6090126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482835552224690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9aiFlcRbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/65LLjPBnT6o/s320/P6090128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took liting on her first trip on board the sky train ! and they were playing around with the trolley and liting fell when cass stopped pushing it and all of us behind roared with laughter . HA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9af_1eyEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nIP-LLO2A6o/s1600-h/P6090146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482799649146946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9af_1eyEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nIP-LLO2A6o/s320/P6090146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kung fu panda disciples ! can u see the extra one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482789867967090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9afbZd0nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wWxD1hIsifI/s320/P6090157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; bowling time . man , do they have the energy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y8HbTvwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkLnnticSDY/s1600-h/P6090197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210481083699937026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y8HbTvwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkLnnticSDY/s320/P6090197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; novea's flying pose ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y8nFBmNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xCLk46ckW-o/s1600-h/P6090180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210481092196407506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y8nFBmNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xCLk46ckW-o/s320/P6090180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lorla's zai zai pose . in the end go longkang .. haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y9Mv_rHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u4KRLzuFXXA/s1600-h/P6090174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210481102308748402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y9Mv_rHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u4KRLzuFXXA/s320/P6090174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk . girls camwhoring in the loo . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210481073549477698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y7hnQB0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PylD0beZ0Sk/s320/P6090217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last stop , cafe cartel ! we were starving ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210481065460381890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9Y7DeqOMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5UjPFVMnlE/s320/P6090238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1557168318322794082?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1557168318322794082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1557168318322794082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1557168318322794082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1557168318322794082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/06/ubin-d.html' title='UBIN ! :D'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SE9gHcyMJpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fD-tIclHNsc/s72-c/P6090002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7370119883646685781</id><published>2008-06-06T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:01:59.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to ying ying !&lt;br /&gt;we went to sentosa and saw some channel 8 stars&lt;br /&gt;doing their filming there . they were prancing ard&lt;br /&gt;and walking with umbrellas . o.O&lt;br /&gt;and so we treked like the whole of singapore ..&lt;br /&gt;exxeggerating but , it sure felt like it .&lt;br /&gt;we rushed to city hall in the morning&lt;br /&gt;to get her the balloon and then rushed&lt;br /&gt;to vivo to get her a flower and blah blah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were panting by the time we reached &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;candy empire to meet the birthday girl . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;novea joined us later and she was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating the new green tea ice cream from mac . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it tasted like BLAH-YUCK . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear . its the most horrendous ice cream i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever tasted in my entire life .. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway , picture time ! (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see the flower ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2YJDQdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QsYS14W_fmQ/s1600-h/Image323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208626108991488466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2YJDQdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QsYS14W_fmQ/s320/Image323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEH . hwa jie .. she looks like she's pining for her lover :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2nOPINI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bpFlv8VWbXY/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(203).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208626113039769810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2nOPINI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bpFlv8VWbXY/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(203).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk , bad birthday girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2wlZIVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AuC3vJMcVjw/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(204).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208626115552813394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2wlZIVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AuC3vJMcVjw/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(204).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday girl ! faggot lorla and novea's finger behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208628411447228914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjD8ZdRufI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f6P1MzvFtvg/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(210).jpg" border="0" /&gt;HEH . u cant see my face ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB3NuC2VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TJ6Kn6HDjIE/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(206).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208626123373730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB3NuC2VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TJ6Kn6HDjIE/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(206).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;award winning pose . simply classic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208626105707727906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2L6JDCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gFjnj_UwhFE/s320/Image324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7370119883646685781?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7370119883646685781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7370119883646685781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7370119883646685781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7370119883646685781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-memories.html' title='birthday memories'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEjB2YJDQdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QsYS14W_fmQ/s72-c/Image323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8368086444154357698</id><published>2008-06-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:02:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appalled</title><content type='html'>i'm appalled  by the standard of customer service&lt;br /&gt;that Apple provides, particulary the store at Epic Centre .&lt;br /&gt;i went there with lorla today to complain and also&lt;br /&gt;hoping to exchange it with a new ipod.&lt;br /&gt;lorla bought an ipod classic 5 days ago and&lt;br /&gt;within that period of time, it hanged .&lt;br /&gt;being an apple user myself , i have not heard&lt;br /&gt;of a ipod hanging within 5 days of its purchase .&lt;br /&gt;naturally, lorla was upset and i felt indignant on her behalf.&lt;br /&gt;so we proceeded to the epic centre to talk to the staff.&lt;br /&gt;the staff who was serving seemed to have no clue to what&lt;br /&gt;we were saying at all as he kept smiling while lorla&lt;br /&gt;was complaining to him.&lt;br /&gt;frustrated, i asked to speak to the manager,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that he would aid us in our situation and&lt;br /&gt;grant our request .&lt;br /&gt;the manager informed us that , and i quote ,&lt;br /&gt;"we are not qualified techinicians" and he told us&lt;br /&gt;to proceed to the service care counter on the other&lt;br /&gt;end of the shop and let them check what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;with the ipod. so no matter how i tried to ask him ,&lt;br /&gt;he kept insisting that he was not a qualified techinician ,&lt;br /&gt;and it was " no point arguing with him"&lt;br /&gt;he informed us that he could only exchange the ipod&lt;br /&gt;if the hardware had problems . but they would not exchange&lt;br /&gt;it if the software had problems.&lt;br /&gt;and so i glanced at their exchange policy and this was what it read&lt;br /&gt;" PRODUCTS that are faulty can be exchanged within 7 days&lt;br /&gt;of purchase"&lt;br /&gt;note that they used the word PRODUCTS and not HARDWARE IN THE PRODUCTS&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we left the place feeling very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for dinner and i couldnt help but&lt;br /&gt;feel that we were being bullied because we were&lt;br /&gt;"young" and that it seemed that they could climb&lt;br /&gt;over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;during dinner, lorla's ipod hanged again. &lt;br /&gt;this time, we were furious and we walked straight back&lt;br /&gt;to epic centre and immediately asked for the manager .&lt;br /&gt;he just led us to the customer service counter and then he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;so the lady at the service counter told lorla to fill up&lt;br /&gt;some forms and that the ipod could be exchanged but it would&lt;br /&gt;take about 3 working days. so i asked the lady if it was&lt;br /&gt;possible to et the exchange today . she told us that the customer&lt;br /&gt;care service were out of stock for that ipod model.&lt;br /&gt;however, the other side of the store, which was the sale floor,&lt;br /&gt;carried the ipod classic model.&lt;br /&gt;so i approached the manager again and requested if&lt;br /&gt;an exchange would be possible .&lt;br /&gt;he told me that those ipod classic were for selling&lt;br /&gt;and we could not exchange them .&lt;br /&gt;and all these time while we were talking with&lt;br /&gt;the manager, it seemed that the staff were very free&lt;br /&gt;and they were all staring at us and eavesdropping on our&lt;br /&gt;conversation. talk about respecting privacy.&lt;br /&gt;evidently, it seemed that they were paid to eavesdrop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what we get from a manager.&lt;br /&gt;who tells us that he is not a qualified techinician ,&lt;br /&gt;who tells us that it was impossible to exchange&lt;br /&gt;and it was ridiculous because it was very obvious that&lt;br /&gt;we were fuming mad and he just simply&lt;br /&gt;refused to let us have an exchange.&lt;br /&gt;only 5 days and an ipod hangs. twice .&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if it was your ipod?&lt;br /&gt;would u be indignant as a consumer?&lt;br /&gt;and if there were products that you could exchange for ,&lt;br /&gt;but the manager refused to let you exchange because&lt;br /&gt;they were for sale, wouldnt you be fuming ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking , i think you would .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8368086444154357698?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8368086444154357698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8368086444154357698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8368086444154357698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8368086444154357698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/06/appalled.html' title='appalled'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2535672672965795633</id><published>2008-06-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:57:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a day's work</title><content type='html'>first things first .&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A JOB :D&lt;br /&gt;its promoter at isetan ..&lt;br /&gt;i think they pay is alright ..&lt;br /&gt;but the hrs are short .. oh well . (=&lt;br /&gt;so i went out with lorla and syy ytd .&lt;br /&gt;novea didnt come cause she had dental ..&lt;br /&gt;but syy went home cause she wasnt feeling well&lt;br /&gt;so me and lorla went crazy .&lt;br /&gt;oh we bought our blazer ! :D&lt;br /&gt;i love it ! and i bought my pants too . HEH .&lt;br /&gt;and then today i went out with syy .&lt;br /&gt;cause lorla had some CV course ..&lt;br /&gt;syy wore a cap . when i saw her i gave her the o.O&lt;br /&gt;haha . she said it was cause of a bad hair day .&lt;br /&gt;oh well . i'm sure we've all been there .&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to type so i'll just post pics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certified chief faggot . (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJgaII7oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zYCyRElUYYA/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(193).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207297521521061506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJgaII7oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zYCyRElUYYA/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(193).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; greennnnnnn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJgqII7pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GOG09N_KWtQ/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(194).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207297525816028818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJgqII7pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GOG09N_KWtQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(194).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJg6II7qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bFa_KxJHxDU/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(195).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207297530110996130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJg6II7qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bFa_KxJHxDU/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(195).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJg6II7rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dQQ9Wa97WTg/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(197).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207297530110996146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJg6II7rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dQQ9Wa97WTg/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(197).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;in every life , a little rain must fall . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;but you'll be there , through it all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2535672672965795633?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2535672672965795633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2535672672965795633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2535672672965795633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2535672672965795633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-in-days-work.html' title='all in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEQJgaII7oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zYCyRElUYYA/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(193).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-39352231764066169</id><published>2008-05-31T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:19:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC CENTRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFYuUhPFtI/AAAAAAAAADw/PUK9G60_6Zc/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(189).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206540197022340818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFYuUhPFtI/AAAAAAAAADw/PUK9G60_6Zc/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(189).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hot date with lorla baby today :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to epic centre to check out the 60% discount &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found out that it was bullshit and it wasnt storewide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discountlike they claimed but just the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accessories for the ipod . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were giving out free apples ( very original )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lorla and i um . well . we did something with the apples (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lorla wanted to buy nano .. but i told her that it wasnt worth the $&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end , she settled for a ipod classic ! just like me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my ipod has a mate . HA . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after which we went to check out the macbooks and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we saw muttons cause they were hosting some show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the ipod thingy. they were having a contest . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well , i answered and lets just say my prize is totally -.- . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yepp . that was my face when they gave it to me cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they gave others a different prize .. which looked better than mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we initially planned on heading to parkway to find syy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was pouring and we were stuck at borders for like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over an hour. so we headed to coffee bean and had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a chocolate cake , a cheese cake and a frappe . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god the cheese cake was so cheesy ! i nearly puked .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lorla seemed to enjoy it though .. HEH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206542000908605154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFaXUhPFuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-JQuAoTSpFc/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(182).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206542421815400178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFav0hPFvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e6vUVDwSzDw/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(181).jpg" border="0" /&gt;so lets see . after coffee bean , we debated on going to find syy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was already so late so we decided not to . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently , lorla thinks that parkway has an mrt station .. TSK . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway , we shopped ard wisma and looked everywhere for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best bargains for blazers . we had a heart attack when we saw that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G2000 sold blazers for like 129 bucks . o.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after window shopping ard , we headed to the food republic at wisma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we both claimed we werent hungry so we shared a plate of hokkien mee . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lorla found an egg shell in our noodles ..&lt;br /&gt;its on the spoon but u cant really see it ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206543714600556290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFb7EhPFwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ODziOuDfc60/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(184).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so after our first plate , lorla said she could eat another one&lt;br /&gt;and so we ordered one more plate ..&lt;br /&gt;and then the drinks lady wheeled her trolley right next to us&lt;br /&gt;and asked us if we wanted drinks .&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt decide and so i said , " whatever "&lt;br /&gt;and lorla was like , serious ah .&lt;br /&gt;haha . so we got one can but we couldnt tell the flavour&lt;br /&gt;it tasted like gummy bear drink . lols .&lt;br /&gt;we really look retard in the pictures .&lt;br /&gt;so after dinner , home sweet home ,&lt;br /&gt;shall blog again tmr .. i'm going out with the fag gang . HEH . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the " whatever " girls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206543718895523602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFb7UhPFxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b9GN8miSnHQ/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(185).jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206543723190490914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFb7khPFyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rHtkHoko3vk/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(186).jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-39352231764066169?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/39352231764066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=39352231764066169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/39352231764066169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/39352231764066169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/epic-centre.html' title='EPIC CENTRE'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEFYuUhPFtI/AAAAAAAAADw/PUK9G60_6Zc/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(189).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1675856813774348401</id><published>2008-05-30T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:58:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donuts !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok this is a very late and random post .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but , donuts anyone ? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had two ! glazed and a spicy cheese . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man , donut factory is still the best . (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo by lorla baby :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206185338234410690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEAV-0hPFsI/AAAAAAAAADo/UA2xJHuJ7yg/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(155).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1675856813774348401?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1675856813774348401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1675856813774348401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1675856813774348401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1675856813774348401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/donuts.html' title='donuts !'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SEAV-0hPFsI/AAAAAAAAADo/UA2xJHuJ7yg/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(155).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7203728613611196466</id><published>2008-05-30T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:50:46.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BONDING DAY :D</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS BONDING DAY WITH MY CLASS ! :D&lt;br /&gt;was really fun .. ms kwa ordered pizza ! YUM :)&lt;br /&gt;i like th tandoori chicken pizza . (=&lt;br /&gt;then after my class sort of went a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;and we started taking pictures non stop ..&lt;br /&gt;i think my face was beginning to crack from&lt;br /&gt;all the smiling .&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just let the pictures do the talking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS KWA-WAII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pDkhPFoI/AAAAAAAAADI/2Li7dEQJ82s/s1600-h/DSC07885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135941815539330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pDkhPFoI/AAAAAAAAADI/2Li7dEQJ82s/s320/DSC07885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pD0hPFpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/omfATcjG6ac/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(167).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135946110506642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pD0hPFpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/omfATcjG6ac/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(167).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DMC o4 ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pEEhPFqI/AAAAAAAAADY/HUq9RR2ycY8/s1600-h/DSC07887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135950405473954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pEEhPFqI/AAAAAAAAADY/HUq9RR2ycY8/s320/DSC07887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we can multi task too (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pEUhPFrI/AAAAAAAAADg/PoVyJrD3TB8/s1600-h/DSC07915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135954700441266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pEUhPFrI/AAAAAAAAADg/PoVyJrD3TB8/s320/DSC07915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lee yan and me ! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135933225604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pDEhPFnI/AAAAAAAAADA/ea7-7JrqAmw/s320/DSC07895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the rest ofthe pics will be uploaded much later . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HA :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7203728613611196466?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7203728613611196466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7203728613611196466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7203728613611196466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7203728613611196466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/bonding-day-d_30.html' title='BONDING DAY :D'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_pDkhPFoI/AAAAAAAAADI/2Li7dEQJ82s/s72-c/DSC07885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3863877615884227587</id><published>2008-05-30T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:26:18.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_jAUhPFlI/AAAAAAAAACw/3Q_MWIH4JyU/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(157).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206129288911197778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_jAUhPFlI/AAAAAAAAACw/3Q_MWIH4JyU/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(157).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went sentosa with baby today ! :D&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun .&lt;br /&gt;saw berns and fairuz at the tram station . HA .&lt;br /&gt;we went to tanjong beach , which was near palawan ..&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, mediacorp was filming the channel 8 drama series&lt;br /&gt;about the volleyball thingy and stuff like that .&lt;br /&gt;i saw almost the whole crew there ..&lt;br /&gt;there was jade seah , joanne peh , jessica liu ,&lt;br /&gt;dawn yeoh, christopher lee ... cant rmb any more ..&lt;br /&gt;it was like a starry day . o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after watching them film for&lt;br /&gt;like half an hour or so , we got bored and headed&lt;br /&gt;this spot where u could see the south of singapore?&lt;br /&gt;not sure what it is though .. there were two tall towers&lt;br /&gt;and we sat there and just let the breeze run through our hair .&lt;br /&gt;was very relaxing and cooling ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after, we headed home ..&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss him )=&lt;br /&gt;hope he comes back real soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my baby boy :D love him to bits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206129276026295858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_i_khPFjI/AAAAAAAAACg/1EcrOvES29A/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(158).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206130049120409186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_jskhPFmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5CE9jalBPvE/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(159).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3863877615884227587?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3863877615884227587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3863877615884227587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3863877615884227587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3863877615884227587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/bonding-day-d.html' title='SENTOSA :D'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SD_jAUhPFlI/AAAAAAAAACw/3Q_MWIH4JyU/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(157).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5223348153787436158</id><published>2008-05-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:34:18.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the arms of an angel ,</title><content type='html'>busy timetables , projects needed to rushed and&lt;br /&gt;tchs to show the sign to .&lt;br /&gt;there isnt much time to update and&lt;br /&gt;nth much to update either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today after sch syy and i headed to holland V . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and kevin ban told us it was 3 bus stops after the sp bus stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was not the truth . and we got all panicky . -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we headed there to this shop called ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant rmb . have to ask ying .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we ordered a banana split . the banana was nice . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we ordered 3 flavours of ice cream . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;double choc , lemon sorbet , bosenberry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadly enough , the girl gave us the WRONG flavour . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she gave us pistachio instead ofthe bosenberry . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ying hated the choc .. i was ok with it . i hated the lemon though . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hated the pistachio too . the best part was the swings . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had these swings for seats . its been so long since i sat on a swing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was darn happy . :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and once again , i feel the bliss of a child . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202817067371679858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SDQejpwHUHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YgPK_-LhovA/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(142).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ying feels the bliss of the ice cream (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202817075961614466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SDQekJwHUII/AAAAAAAAACY/rUQv6Wf47bo/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(141).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after swinging happily for awhile , we left the place (AWW) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;syy headed back to sch while i headed to raffles to find baby :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is kinda irrtating cause i always wait for him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and someone else too , who said didnt want to come but in the end came . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH . anyway , sabindra's going to m'sia today .. but he'll be back on sat ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and baby's going on friday with sagar .. he'll be back in a week's time .. i hope . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after sending him off we headed to chinese gardens ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt know they had stone statues of those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese ppl like mulan and kong zi . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we saw this woman throwing LOAVES of bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the lake. man, those fishes must have been fasting for a yr . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way they attack the bread .. just like sharks . JAWS ! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can see lorla tmr !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully lorla baby's better ! (= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend's approaching .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on sat , SJAB CAMP . heh . FUN FUN FUN . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile , MMR's on friday .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YIKES ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;build me a time machine , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and take me to the future where there's just you and me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5223348153787436158?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5223348153787436158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5223348153787436158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5223348153787436158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5223348153787436158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-arms-of-angel.html' title='in the arms of an angel ,'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/SDQejpwHUHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YgPK_-LhovA/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(142).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-870172145754986299</id><published>2008-05-03T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:03:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and as the world spins and changes ,</title><content type='html'>its funny how when you were younger&lt;br /&gt;and all you wanted was to grow older .&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm "old" enough , i wanna be a child again .&lt;br /&gt;back in the old days where i sat on swings and&lt;br /&gt;hide behind my brother everytime i did something naughty .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye , i'm 18 .&lt;br /&gt;i've responsibilities . burdens to carry ,&lt;br /&gt;things to remember , to worry about and to be done .&lt;br /&gt;and when you're 18 , you're a bitch . serious .&lt;br /&gt;and then there'll come a time in life , much later ,&lt;br /&gt;that you cant be a bitch anymore . you cant say as you&lt;br /&gt;please ,cant afford to offend the whole world cause&lt;br /&gt;you'll prolly get sacked .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so , the conclusion is , take life like a breeze cause&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know what happens next .&lt;br /&gt;one moment its like you're this helpful person ,&lt;br /&gt;the other moment you're just going with the flow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i told you to stay , would you ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you left , would you remember me ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so if i told you to go but leave your heart , would you ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess what i'm trying to say is , dont go . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-870172145754986299?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/870172145754986299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=870172145754986299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/870172145754986299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/870172145754986299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-as-world-spins-and-changes.html' title='and as the world spins and changes ,'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-6153199522718492111</id><published>2008-05-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:41:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking irritating piece of shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as the skies turn grey ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you become my silver lining . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6153199522718492111?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6153199522718492111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=6153199522718492111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6153199522718492111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6153199522718492111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/fucking-irritating-piece-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2009278666065276642</id><published>2008-04-22T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:01:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody just hit the lights ,</title><content type='html'>school's a drag . especially when you have to&lt;br /&gt;force yourself out of bed ,&lt;br /&gt;only to have the lecturer put you to sleep again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its hard to describe what i'm going through .&lt;br /&gt;its like as if i'm standing on cloud nine .&lt;br /&gt;but i'll never know if i'm ever going to fall .&lt;br /&gt;technically , u cant stand on clouds . so , yeah . -.-&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt how i had planned it to be .&lt;br /&gt;went way beyond what i had expected&lt;br /&gt;and now i dont want it to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what everyone else says&lt;br /&gt;or what is destined to happen&lt;br /&gt;i only believe that our fate is written by our own hands&lt;br /&gt;and not decided by some star or what nonsense .&lt;br /&gt;so take my hand and together we'll overcome all the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;and finally emerge into our own heaven where it'll last for eternity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just wanna dance like there's no tomorrow . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2009278666065276642?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2110717199028291386</id><published>2008-04-19T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:26:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snooping (=</title><content type='html'>i've been snooping ard the internet lately .&lt;br /&gt;for what , i shall not reveal .&lt;br /&gt;but , i'm not the only guilty one :D&lt;br /&gt;still , i cannot believe my tch knows most of my class blogs . o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai came home yesterday . and he finally lent me the mp3 .&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died of boredem on the trains this past week&lt;br /&gt;without music blaring into my ears .&lt;br /&gt;watched forbidden kingdom ytd !&lt;br /&gt;it was NICEEEEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;although i missed the first 1o to 15 mins of the show .&lt;br /&gt;but , in my opinion , definately worth watching .&lt;br /&gt;humor , a little love , fighting , plus jackie chan and jet li !&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up for that show :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides , daphne chen , YOU ARENT BLOGGING .&lt;br /&gt;tsk . i bet you're like practically decaying away in your home la .&lt;br /&gt;go do something . its your hols man .&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you like crazy . (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MR GEORGE TEO KENG ANN ROCKS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;there's a truth in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saying that you'll never leave me .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2110717199028291386?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2110717199028291386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2110717199028291386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2110717199028291386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2110717199028291386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/snooping.html' title='snooping (='/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8058931332599785182</id><published>2008-04-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:58:52.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school .</title><content type='html'>today was a CWOT . :D&lt;br /&gt;i learnt that in my mmr lecture .&lt;br /&gt;not that today was really a complete waste of time .&lt;br /&gt;sch's fun , some lectures are enjoyable , others arent .&lt;br /&gt;i've been having too little sleep . the eye bags are showing .&lt;br /&gt;finally tmr's a friday . and , stop the elephant thing . (=&lt;br /&gt;my fag friends really make my day . esp lorla baby . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phfour dalllerrr (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm staring out into the night , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;trying to hide the pain . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8058931332599785182?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8058931332599785182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8058931332599785182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8058931332599785182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8058931332599785182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-school.html' title='back to school .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8519088444645384627</id><published>2008-04-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:29:11.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>precious (:</title><content type='html'>went out with baby today (:&lt;br /&gt;didnt go anywhere fun . walked round city hall .&lt;br /&gt;ate something .&lt;br /&gt;headed to the esplanade .&lt;br /&gt;and we sat and talked for what seemed like hours .&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since we've done that ,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad . (:&lt;br /&gt;ilym  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R_9yVyBj8mI/AAAAAAAAACI/f1LkX1wKWL4/s1600-h/phÃ¶tÃ¶(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187991014285242978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R_9yVyBj8mI/AAAAAAAAACI/f1LkX1wKWL4/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(051).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby &lt;3 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and tonight , i'll sleep with a smile on my face .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8519088444645384627?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8519088444645384627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8519088444645384627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8519088444645384627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8519088444645384627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/precious.html' title='precious (:'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R_9yVyBj8mI/AAAAAAAAACI/f1LkX1wKWL4/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(051).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1048038885372693654</id><published>2008-04-11T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:15:32.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expections .</title><content type='html'>movie and hanging out with two fag friends today (:&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt supposed to meet them but last min changes and&lt;br /&gt;i went to city hall with ying and novea .&lt;br /&gt;we had dim sum :D&lt;br /&gt;yum (: i loved the har gao and ytd for the first time ,&lt;br /&gt;we saw novea eating prawn ! LOL .&lt;br /&gt;after that we just lazed and walked round marina and suntec .&lt;br /&gt;then , we caught a movie , definately , maybe .&lt;br /&gt;i tot it was kind of retarded . =X&lt;br /&gt;no offence . story was nice and funny and all , but the ending was too abrupt .&lt;br /&gt;then i began to ponder on the train ride home ,&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you saw a really good movie ?&lt;br /&gt;and i mean really good , plots , twists , character , story line , ending and all , all exellent ?&lt;br /&gt;i think my last best show was the matrix . which is like donkey years ago .&lt;br /&gt;i'd give credit to pirates too . and some of my other favourites . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been too long since we had talked . really talked .&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad yesterday we managed to have a small chat (:&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is , dont think too negatively ,&lt;br /&gt;friends and family will always be there for you yeah babe ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and i miss my baby . (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1048038885372693654?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1048038885372693654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1048038885372693654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1048038885372693654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1048038885372693654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/expections.html' title='expections .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-6053012431640603664</id><published>2008-04-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:24:07.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in an unfair world .</title><content type='html'>life is never fair . isnt that what you are always told ?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what i work so hard for ,&lt;br /&gt;when i know at the end of the day ,&lt;br /&gt;there isnt any reward for me at all .&lt;br /&gt;to prove myself to you ? or to show to others that i'm better ?&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its both .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes , the promises you make are so vague .&lt;br /&gt;just like floating on a wooden piece of tree trunk&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the atlantic ocean .&lt;br /&gt;you dont know if you'll be able to make it or not .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've worked hard in some things .&lt;br /&gt;and i know i deserve them .&lt;br /&gt;things that i have accomplished and achieve ,&lt;br /&gt;somehow you dont know any of them .&lt;br /&gt;yet you always remember those that i had failed .&lt;br /&gt;but you just think so little of me dont you .&lt;br /&gt;you think you're the greatest .&lt;br /&gt;well , maybe for once ,&lt;br /&gt;you're right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the can take away the future that we never had . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but they can never take away yesterday . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6053012431640603664?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6053012431640603664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=6053012431640603664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6053012431640603664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6053012431640603664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-unfair-world.html' title='in an unfair world .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7918424663610997233</id><published>2008-04-03T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:11:09.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many unspoken words .</title><content type='html'>i have no voice . (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm croaking like a frog . and i have no idea why .&lt;br /&gt;i havent been eating chilli or fried stuff .&lt;br /&gt;or anything that can make me have sore throat .&lt;br /&gt;my mom says its cause i took panadol&lt;br /&gt;and the residue and germs are there . o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sj camp is coming and i seriously dont know how&lt;br /&gt;my cadets are gonna pull it off . first proposal is next week .&lt;br /&gt;i have to get my voice back by then .&lt;br /&gt;so the shouting and fun can begin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to take a mental picture of you&lt;br /&gt;and never let you go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the picture is now called a memory and yet ,&lt;br /&gt;its like as if i dont have that too .&lt;br /&gt;certain things in this world are forever .&lt;br /&gt;and , needlesss to say , some are not .&lt;br /&gt;when you venture out into the real world ,&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that will question your maturity .&lt;br /&gt;and when that time comes ,&lt;br /&gt;i'll need you to be there with me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they say that the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;is long and winding .&lt;br /&gt;with many twists and turns .&lt;br /&gt;that leads to who knows where .&lt;br /&gt;what if you take a right turn and i, a left ?&lt;br /&gt;i can only pray that these two roads ,&lt;br /&gt;will eventually join and lead to the main road .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;i'm going home , to a place where i belong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;where your love has always been enough for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7918424663610997233?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1647069127825142684</id><published>2008-04-01T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:08:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm drowning .</title><content type='html'>its like i had just resurfaced from the depths of the water .&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly , by the twist of cruel fate ,&lt;br /&gt;something or someone pushed me back down into the dark abyss&lt;br /&gt;when i had barely filled my lungs with air .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that line that they say , its not always true .&lt;br /&gt;when something dear is gone , the pain in your heart lingers&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much pain and memories that time cannot erase .&lt;br /&gt;the wounds won't seem to heal and the pain is just too real .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be brave and i'll be strong . and i'll wait cause the very thought&lt;br /&gt;of losing you is unbearable .&lt;br /&gt;you wont know what i'm going through .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;dont comment .&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there's never a right time to say goodbye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so i'm never going to . not ever . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1647069127825142684?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1647069127825142684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1647069127825142684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1647069127825142684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1647069127825142684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-drowning.html' title='i&apos;m drowning .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5707338360894602990</id><published>2008-03-31T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:55:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down in the dumps .</title><content type='html'>yours truly is sick . very sick , i might add .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started on the train ride to find syy at simei . at around enous i think , i started feeling sick . like i was gonna throw up or what . so after i alighted from the train , i bought a bottle of water and headed to find syy . it was ad 1 plus i think . was waiting for my cousin to pass me things at simei . so i felt better after that water and all . but after i had soup i started to feel really lousy and i was shivering . ying lent me her jacket (thank you ) . the one novea bought for her . and well . i was there till ard 5 .. then my dearest cousin finally phoned . i could have killed her . so i headed home and the whole train ride from simei to yew tee , i was gripping my hands so hard cause it felt so cold . tsk . so i trudged my way home and went to bed . mother was hysterical . " who ask u so stupid wait so long for her ! " she made me put ice packs on my head but the fever stayed put at 39 degrees .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slightly better now . if not for the fact that syy called me last night and disturb me . -.- to talk abt GEMS and something bout the specialist dip . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling guilty syy ? (: i really want to add something .. but , nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;don't let your past destroy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;what comes tomorrow . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5707338360894602990?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5707338360894602990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5707338360894602990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5707338360894602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5707338360894602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/down-in-dumps.html' title='down in the dumps .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-184812973044121476</id><published>2008-03-29T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:59:50.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead phone</title><content type='html'>it isnt ringing .&lt;br /&gt;why isnt it ringing ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dont buy into sterotypes ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but understand its sources . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-184812973044121476?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/184812973044121476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=184812973044121476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/184812973044121476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/184812973044121476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/dead-phone.html' title='dead phone'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5102604038596133226</id><published>2008-03-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:11:24.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>until a brighter day (:</title><content type='html'>today was just like yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;just a little better . i went home smiling which is gd .&lt;br /&gt;cause i think these five guys made me do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting on the mrt on the way home when five army guys suddenly plopped down onto the seats opposite of me . normally i wouldnt find it funny but they were all wearing identical clothes , all army uniforms , and all wearing their beret . no not beret . cap . and all five of them were wearing glasses . all wearing those nerdy type black framed glasses . i had to bite my lip to stop from smiling cause it was really a comical sight . it was like seeing quintaplets . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182807427521161714" style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-0H5UinqfI/AAAAAAAAACA/CZfK0LCMD1Q/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(043).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well . tmr nov and ying are going out . sorry cant join you guys . i'm heading to the beach . but you guys have fun yeah (: well . least i know tmr will be a good day for me . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ain't it funny how you think&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna be ok ,&lt;br /&gt;do your remember that things&lt;br /&gt;are just not going to be the same again ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5102604038596133226?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5102604038596133226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5102604038596133226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5102604038596133226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5102604038596133226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/until-brighter-day.html' title='until a brighter day (:'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-0H5UinqfI/AAAAAAAAACA/CZfK0LCMD1Q/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(043).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1840755258054867773</id><published>2008-03-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:12:11.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut the crap .</title><content type='html'>today is officially "shitty" day for me .&lt;br /&gt;i shan't go into the details , my day pretty much sucked .&lt;br /&gt;aside from that , i figured that the best way to admire the sea breeze was to just be alone .&lt;br /&gt;you ll see nature at its best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note , timetable's out .&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be chasing my monday blues away . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cried my eyes out cause you hurt me so bad . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you didnt even realise, didn't you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take a look around , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're not the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one feeling fucked up . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1840755258054867773?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1840755258054867773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1840755258054867773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1840755258054867773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1840755258054867773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/cut-crap.html' title='cut the crap .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2725182769522601324</id><published>2008-03-27T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:50:36.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartache to heartache .</title><content type='html'>nothing went exactly as i had planned .&lt;br /&gt;it was as if nothing had change ,&lt;br /&gt;yet i knew everything wasn't the same as before .&lt;br /&gt;it was almost as if you were a different person ,&lt;br /&gt;but deep down , you had never changed at all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had almost forgotten what a heartache felt like&lt;br /&gt;but now its back again .&lt;br /&gt;and its not caused just by you alone .&lt;br /&gt;so please tell me how to understand ,&lt;br /&gt;why you have come to be like that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;the road was long and lonely ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;but she was  there to walk alongside with me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2725182769522601324?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2725182769522601324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2725182769522601324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2725182769522601324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2725182769522601324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/heartache-to-heartache.html' title='heartache to heartache .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5337904273841843999</id><published>2008-03-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:00:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headaches .</title><content type='html'>i'm not exactly in the good mood today .&lt;br /&gt;as syy would put it , &lt;br /&gt;i'm in the "pissy mood" (: &lt;br /&gt;it feels like my whole body aches . &lt;br /&gt;and now . the long awaited return . &lt;br /&gt;oh well . that's life . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures are perfect moments ,&lt;br /&gt;frozen in time . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5337904273841843999?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5337904273841843999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5337904273841843999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5337904273841843999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5337904273841843999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/headaches.html' title='headaches .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7795894150459310528</id><published>2008-03-25T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:15:49.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKER .</title><content type='html'>i dont need this right now . &lt;br /&gt;thanks for making my day . &lt;br /&gt;fucker .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7795894150459310528?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7795894150459310528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7795894150459310528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7795894150459310528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7795894150459310528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/fucker.html' title='FUCKER .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-6917547013339639826</id><published>2008-03-22T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:07:42.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my date with syy (:</title><content type='html'>today was SHOPPING DAY for me :D lorla couldnt come cause her gum still hurt . and she had something on that day . hope her gum is better ): anyway. i met syy at vivo . i was late though . haha . cause she said 1245 or 1 . and she arrived earlier than me . so tecinically . i wasnt late at all cause i arrived at 1250 . :D ok . so we headed to vivo and our first stop , RIVER ISLAND :D i liked the shoe that i saw but syy tot it was hideous . oh well . so in the end , i went to the men's section to buy the belt that i had being eyeing ever since i started work at RI . in the end , vivo didnt have the belt . i was so so so upset . so i asked if they could help me called the RC branch to check if they had the belt and they were like " its last season's one so i dont think they have it . " bloody shit . i got so pissed ok . in the end we didnt buy anything from vivo . we walked from shop to shop . i saw this cute shirt in pull and bear . should have bought it but didnt .. we went to like topshop , pull and bear , fox , RI , and there was like nothing .so in the end , syy started grumbling bout being hungry . so we stopped shopping and headed to find food . we couldnt decide what we wanted . lols . so we just walked ard . first we wanted hei she hui . then it didnt have the promotion . so i suggested pasatmania . but as we were heading there , i didnt feel like eating that . so in the end , we settled for sakae sushi . well . lunch was a filling meal , with syy staring at the salmon that was at the table next to us . LOL . after lunch we headed outside of vivo cause it was freezing in the bloody mall . then we came to a conclusion that we wouldnt find anything to buy in vivo . so we headed to central . but during the train ride there , syy wanted to get off at chinatown . she wanted her coconut . -.- so it was darn bloody hot . and i complained to her non stop as we walked thru the noisy and hot streets . she bought a pair of shades . i bought stickers . and then she had her coconut and we bought hotdog from the austrian man at chinatown . (: then we walked to central . we didnt buy anything there either . SNORT . then after that we headed to RC . finally . thats where i managed to find my belt . stupid vivo RI . nvr help me check . here's a preview of the belt .. syy commented that .. oh well . her comments are for me and me only .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1WUinqcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bmVc_QINf7U/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1WUinqcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bmVc_QINf7U/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(036).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180394497714399682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we headed to buy a present for ying's friend who was working at the coffee club .. she bought something from her from party city .. i bought a balloon from there .. to cheer myself up .. lame . but i like it ok . its GREEN :D ok so after that we went to the coffee club and we had drinks and a shared a sherpard's pie . very nice (: ying's friend , phoebe , made me laugh at syy alot cause she was teasing her and syy was getting damn pissed . lols . and then we chatted and laughed and snorted at the coffee club . one big secret was that she didnt know lorla learns ballet . i laughed non stop when she told me that . she could'nt stand my laughter ytd and neither could i stand hers . TSK . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drink ! i think it was called mocha tropicana . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1W0inqdI/AAAAAAAAABw/wp3n2xKAiXc/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(035).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1W0inqdI/AAAAAAAAABw/wp3n2xKAiXc/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(035).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180394506304334290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ying's drink . not sure what is is though . =X &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1W0inqeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_50YjScrTbM/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1W0inqeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_50YjScrTbM/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(034).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180394506304334306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a much enjoyable time laughing and shopping and walking ard , we finally headed home . (: and yes . inside joke . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;DOESNT MEAN YOU DIAN ME MEANS YOU'RE HOT . :D &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-6917547013339639826?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6917547013339639826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=6917547013339639826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6917547013339639826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/6917547013339639826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-date-with-syy.html' title='my date with syy (:'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-R1WUinqcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bmVc_QINf7U/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(036).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1035695813589896910</id><published>2008-03-19T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:43:09.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day worth remembering (:</title><content type='html'>today is the day that i fully comprehend that in everyone's life , we all do some waiting . be it waiting for a few mins for your late friend or you waiting for a train . people like me , not that i like to praise myself , but i'm almost punctual for most meetings . unless i purposely refuse to come on time for certain reasons . in any case , i'm ususally the punctual one . so . today , i finally had the taste of being the super idiot . i was supposed to meet hafiz at vivo at 3 . since he said in the morning he had to (of all things ) play football . so i went to vivo slightly ealier ard 2 plus to return my books . as it was still early , i walked round vivo till my legs hurt . but i saw a RI shoe that i liked ... maybe i shall buy it . anyway . hafiz didnt show up and at 3.20 pm i was getting impatient . so i called him but he didnt answer . so i stood there like a fool until 3.45 when he finally called . whats worse was that this AIA person came to me and ask me bout my financial status . -.-!! i tot it was incredibly retarded cause it doesnt even apply to me ! but the guy was quite nice . so when hafiz called me , he was still at home , which was at TAMPANIES . snort . that wasnt the worse thing . the conversation went like that . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafiz : eh sam , sorry . was playing fottball and i lost track of the time . &lt;br /&gt;me : [ rolls eyes ] ok so now how ? how long u take to reach vivo ?&lt;br /&gt;hafiz : HUH . u at vivo ah ?! i tot we meeting at orchard ?[ i could have killed him ] &lt;br /&gt;me : fine ! i go orchard ok ! u take how long to reach ?&lt;br /&gt;hafiz : maybe bout 430 .. i meeting sufyan first . &lt;br /&gt;me : ahhhhh !!!!! fine . hurry up . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI : sufyan and hafiz are my ex-collegues . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took the train to orchard and on the way , i grumbled to syy on the phone , who , in turn , grumbled to me bout her long wait for fairuz and hakim to end the meeting ... -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reach orchard bout 405 . i sat and waited ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until finally , at 510 , the two culprits who made me wait for them like 2 bloody hrs finally appeared . &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt; here's a preview of the two criminals . they dont even look sorry ! GRRRRR . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2svggQPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nvn_6tx17s0/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(030).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2svggQPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nvn_6tx17s0/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(030).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179270082515190002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after all the waiting , we went shopping . hafiz wanted to buy a shoe , a pair of jeans , and this superdog watch . so we went scouting for these 3 items . but this man is so bloody fussy that everything we recommend he doesnt like . so as we were leaving hereen , we passed by the swatch shop . so he went in and he found the superdog watch . ok . very sorry to all those who love that watch . but the moment me and yan saw the watch we were like . o.O i mean . its like for kids . and hafiz is like what , above 20 ? and he was so fascinated that the watch hands could move when you hit the face of the watch . -.- i was doing all i could not to roll my eyes . so in the end , when he asked for our opinions , we didnt even have to open our mouths . our faces betrayed us . so in the end , he didnt buy it , and the walk from orchard to plaza sing , i bet he was thinking bout he . he even grumbled bout not buying it . in the end i just told him . u like so much then u buy la !!!!! -.- and whats more , the watch is like $101 which is like totally not worth it . -.- so while on the way to ps , we stopped at le meridian to visit aunty mama , another ex- breeks staff . and she gave us a free pizza. (: so basically , we didnt spend much ytd .. hafiz only bought a pair of toe socks that was rainbow in color :D haha . cause i made him buy that color . (: in any case , if i were to write out what we did the whole day , it would be pretty long . so , all in all , it was a day worth remembering , with exception of the waiting part (: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;center&gt; YAN :D &lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2svggQQI/AAAAAAAAABY/-E3hMU-MGSU/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(031).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2svggQQI/AAAAAAAAABY/-E3hMU-MGSU/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(031).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179270082515190018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;center&gt;  FIZ :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2s_ggQRI/AAAAAAAAABg/JtVdc5Z2AcA/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2s_ggQRI/AAAAAAAAABg/JtVdc5Z2AcA/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(032).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179270086810157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1035695813589896910?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1035695813589896910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1035695813589896910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1035695813589896910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1035695813589896910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-worth-remembering.html' title='a day worth remembering (:'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R-B2svggQPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nvn_6tx17s0/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(030).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5416152311915224255</id><published>2008-03-10T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:16:08.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LORLA'S KISS</title><content type='html'>LORLA GAVE ME A KISS TODAY ! HOW SWEET =D so touched (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;i love lorla !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ its in blue cause lorla requested for that color (: ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5416152311915224255?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5416152311915224255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5416152311915224255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5416152311915224255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5416152311915224255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/lorlas-kiss.html' title='LORLA&apos;S KISS'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2735389932156155955</id><published>2008-03-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:47:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today i finally stepped out of the house . you know , like FINALLY . after 3 long suffering weeks . and of all the places that i couldgo to , after 3 long weeks , thats like 21 days of not going out , i chose to go to SCHOOL . -.-!! of all places . -.- anyway . i went because OOPS ! had this writers and designers workshop . to me it was very redundant cause i'm not in either of the teams . but i went just to accompany this woman called soh ying woo . (: in any case , one of the lecturers was actually the star blogger from stomp . i couldnt really catch what he said cause he spoke in a slang . oh well . so the workshop started off pretty badly cause i was shivering at my seat and the stupid aircon was blowing full blast at us . SNORE . then after , we were spilt into grps and we had to do some questions . basically , that was what we did for the whole day . my grp was ok . it was fun talking with them . they're realy easy to talk to (: there's jacob , (who had a flu and said that toilet paper was his best friend) , there was muhammad , there was ophelia , and there was suan kai , who talked alot alot to me (: very fun . and since we were sitted at the back of the class , i could see ying ying and shawn laight throwing paper balls at each other . like small kids like that man . ugh . cannot believe that i have to attend the boring workshop again tmr . but i have to leave early cause FAC's coming . this sat to be precise . and i have to go back and help out with the trainings (: oh . and i found this pretty amusing today on jacob's mac book . so i shall share with you all (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176123872941981922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R9VJPPggQOI/AAAAAAAAABI/wMcu24gIkZw/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yepp (: i tot it was hilarious . haha . but , jacob's a NICE guy ! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and so he waved goodbye and as the stars came out ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swore i saw them wink at me .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2735389932156155955?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2735389932156155955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2735389932156155955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2735389932156155955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2735389932156155955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day.html' title='the first day .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R9VJPPggQOI/AAAAAAAAABI/wMcu24gIkZw/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3401922346501738932</id><published>2008-03-08T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:29:46.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW FOUND LOVE (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R9Jn-PggQNI/AAAAAAAAABA/vYBct3QhWoI/s1600-h/2194123653_61f201f5d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175313240814534866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R9Jn-PggQNI/AAAAAAAAABA/vYBct3QhWoI/s320/2194123653_61f201f5d8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; DAVID ARCHULETA .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA IS MY NEW FOUND LOVE . he can sing , and he's super cute . i'm going ga ga over him (: he's my idol ! (: my heart thumps at the mere sound of his name . it explodes when he starts singing . HAHA . well . nothing much to post today cause i've been doing the same thing for like 3 weeks . so , i'll probably have more stuff to talk about later this week . and i have a date this friday ! (: cant wait . cheers ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another turning point in my life . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadness , regret and sorrow . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take my feelings into account, won't you ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont be like all of them , i'll hate u for life . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3401922346501738932?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3401922346501738932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3401922346501738932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3401922346501738932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3401922346501738932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-new-found-love.html' title='MY NEW FOUND LOVE (:'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R9Jn-PggQNI/AAAAAAAAABA/vYBct3QhWoI/s72-c/2194123653_61f201f5d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-9043021943871063286</id><published>2008-03-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:48:30.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories ,</title><content type='html'>wassup people . i'm darn freaking bored . it has been three weeks since the sprouting of the first pox . and thus , i have taken to staying at home and well , basically , rotting . i've watched dvds again and again . i've watch the telly till my eyes hurt . i've played games till i've gotten so gd at them that i quit playing . oh and did i mention , i dug out my brother's old computer game , tiberian sun . ok . most normal girls wont know wth that is but i think most guys do . and the problem is that the game is SO old that its practically extinct . anyway . i played and played like so many times . actually , its quite fun . you get to destroy your enemy's bases . =D ahh . in any case , the spots are almost gone now . and it seems that today has been a very "thoughtful" day for me . i've been thinking abt alot of things . like , have you ever regret anyhting bad enough that you wish you could turn time back ? and that although u know it will never be the same again , you just wanna try ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever spared a thought for the people around you and think that perhaps , you're just being selfish ? dont you even care about other people's feelings ? you just think that you're so great . well . i dont . look in the mirror before you judge someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well . i suppose after two more days , I CAN FINALLY GO OUT . YES . OUT OUT OUT . and i need a tan . seriously need it . and hopefully , i can meet the fag gang b4 sch starts . haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the feelings are so overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna shout out loud .&lt;br /&gt;its like they are suffocating me .&lt;br /&gt;but you've always known how i felt .&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always being there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i can see the angels now ,&lt;br /&gt;they were just hidden from my sight . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-9043021943871063286?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/9043021943871063286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=9043021943871063286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/9043021943871063286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/9043021943871063286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories.html' title='memories ,'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-9142800745224456252</id><published>2008-03-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:38:26.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R8o_i2QjbjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5Q0FeOYih4/s1600-h/Image(137).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173016989901483570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R8o_i2QjbjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5Q0FeOYih4/s320/Image(137).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R8o_jWQjbkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bikNkOLK_zc/s1600-h/Image(139).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173016998491418178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R8o_jWQjbkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bikNkOLK_zc/s320/Image(139).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well . thats my brother's bd cke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that was how it was celebrated ytd . quite belated for him i must say .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be a double celebration , as it always is , but since i've got the pox , no cake for me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway , dinner was a scrumptious affair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, dad cooked a feast fit for a king .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was caesar salad , thousand island salad , ( cos my mom hates caesar . cant imagine why though , lols . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was black pepper steak , pork chop , ( which reminded me of lorla . HAHA ) and then there was fried battered dory fillet and hmm . what else . oh mushroom soup ! :D well , needless to say we were all bloated after the meal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the washing and cleaning up we sat down to watch this cantonese commedy ghost movie . i was scared half to death and the rest of my family was laughing away , most of the time laughing at me though . TSK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at abt nine thirty , we brought out the cake and i poked the candles on the cake and the birthday song was sung , mostly by me . -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here you can see him cutting the cake ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173019480982515282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R8pBz2QjblI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4broYG1haxY/s320/DSCN1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hmm . i shall only show u one unglam pic of me in pox . but luckily , u cant really see the pox here but i'm wearing this hideous oversized shirt my mom gave me i cover the ugly pox . haha ! besides , this pic was taken thru timer cause my dad kept shaking and couldnt take a gd pic ! TSK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173020297026301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/R8pCjWQjbmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/23Od2BJQ-sI/s320/DSCN1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;well . thats all for now folks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-9142800745224456252?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/9142800745224456252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=9142800745224456252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/9142800745224456252'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>random rant ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;look out from the beyond ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stare at the falling rain . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does she know she's being missed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from one who's heart has ached . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like so many times before ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's seen them quarelling . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is that true love ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that he has so truly claimed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asks her how willing are you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to brave the cold and heat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to walk the ends of the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your two bare feet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to her , he's her most adored ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who she is to him , she'll never know .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but through the years of joy and fun , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a bond that cannot be undone . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unknowingly he came and left ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mark that cannot be seen by the rest .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a wave of the wand and the setting of the sun ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an ordinary evening can be magical, just like a dream come true . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the pieces of glue , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holding firm the picture she drew .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if love is nothing but a word ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then these emotions are naught but illusions . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faced with choices and decisions that must be made ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the paths we choose are each unique .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those who have a special place in your heart ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be there when you are in doubt . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"god bless the broken road ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that led me straight to you . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;copyright , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Samantha Wan (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8523396598939288907?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8523396598939288907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8523396598939288907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8523396598939288907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8523396598939288907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-rant.html' title='random rant ,'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8581234597395300731</id><published>2008-02-29T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:10:56.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pox pox , go away (:</title><content type='html'>itunes is playing my current favourite song , bless the broken road (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm darn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at home. bored bored bored . my pox have dried up but its still not disppearing . and according to my classmate who also had pox last yr , told me that it would take a month or so for the pox to all go away ! ugh . i cant wait a month ! i wana go out without spots or scars on my face or my body . ): tsk , this is getting worse and worse by the day . oh . and syy i took out my earring le . haha . all blood . tsk . but now no more le . just have to wait for it to season . and i just realise that i didnt watch pirates of the carribean at world's end . ): and i have to watch it . johnny depp is the love . cant wait for x-men 4 to come out . not sure when though . and peeps . i want spice girls' headlines ( friendship never ends ) . any one has that ? thanks in advance (: oh and my bro's coming home today . my mother ordered this cake for him . and usually we would share a cake cause our bd's are so close together in dates . but this yr cause he's 21 and u know , i cant eat cake ,(TSK) so the cake will only say happy birthday timothy (: i'm not sad or what ... my bro deserves it . haha . anyway the cake is rom the patissier . heard its quite a famous cake shop . you have to order and u cant buy there and then . my parents ordered their specialty , what passionfruit and mango .. cant rmb .. but it was featured on tv .. the channel 8 show which features those nice snacks . well . i wish the pox would just go away . dont ever come again . like the rain (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8581234597395300731?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8581234597395300731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8581234597395300731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8581234597395300731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8581234597395300731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/pox-pox-go-away.html' title='pox pox , go away (:'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3944971406349875171</id><published>2008-02-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:39:04.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm all better now :D</title><content type='html'>hey daffy . thanks for the BELATED WISH . i could slaughter you . but thanks all the same . i miss my bestie . she shucked away in aussie . haha , anyway . i'm feeling much better than i was feeling 3 days ago . the pox have stop sprouting up and now i'm just waiting for 'em to dry up .. some already have but how come they are stil there ! -.- there isnt much redness too . duno what i'm tlaking bout either . but now i scared the SCARS !!!!!!!!!! . no no . not sars . sCars . -.- i dont want it to be there for long ! ugh . how am i gonna go out like that . SYAWALLLLL ! help me ! how long bfore the scars are gone ! you have to answer me ! some one ! anyone ! everyone ! oh man . freak . ahh . i got my results today . much better than the first sem . but accumulative GPA still 2.6 . not very gd . tsk . well . WRK HARDER :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3944971406349875171?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3944971406349875171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3944971406349875171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3944971406349875171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3944971406349875171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-all-better-now-d.html' title='i&apos;m all better now :D'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2225362344517265336</id><published>2008-02-24T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:05:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dearest : samantha wan wen xian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 18, SAMMYY ONE AND HER POXS ALL OVER =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;REST WELL EHS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;oi. and i have updated the blog worhs. don say i never okays. BLEHS. my phone low credit luhs ps worhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2225362344517265336?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2225362344517265336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2225362344517265336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2225362344517265336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2225362344517265336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-my-dearest-samantha-wan-wen-xian.html' title='to my dearest : samantha wan wen xian'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7524056943467238385</id><published>2008-02-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:31:21.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS FF . [ FAG FRIENDS ]</title><content type='html'>MY BIRTHDAY IS HERE . happy birthday to me . ugh . the spots are getting worse .. its painful .. which is weird cause i tot it was supposed to me itchy .. its only itchy some of the time . well . i tot this was going to be another boring day . well . my lovely fag friends planned a huge surprise for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started when syy called me asking what was my fave author .. cause i really thought she wanted to read her books . so i told her . this part i really believe her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was slping .. think round 6 plus . and then novea and syy showed up at the doorstep . well . with my hideous face i didnt want to see them . lols . so my mother told me my friends came and then ask me to go untie two balloons outside the gate . well i went and there was the book i told syy abt ! AWWWWWWWWW . very touched girls . very (: didnt cry . but i had moisture in my eyes . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called syy and she still acted innocent . say what she dont know anything . then a motorcycle zoomed past her and there was proof that she was near my blk cause i heard the motor zoomed past at the same time too (: and then she and novea ended up laughing like mad . lols . thanks so much . you guys really made me cheer up alot . thanks . when i'm better we'll go out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a tribute to my friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flora isobel yeo khim mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soh ying ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;novea chan zhiyin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triple F . fag friends forever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts . &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7524056943467238385?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7524056943467238385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7524056943467238385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7524056943467238385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7524056943467238385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-ff-fag-friends.html' title='THANKS FF . [ FAG FRIENDS ]'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-7284602278122056312</id><published>2008-02-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:37:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EFFING POX .</title><content type='html'>STUPID FEVER . it wont go away , the highest it hit was 39 degrees . my mother almost sent me to the hospital . tsk . what a way to end the CNY . ): ahh .. my dearest mother cooked 4 different types of drinks for me today . the size of her pots are as big as um .. well lets just say they're as huge as a 9 mth pregnant woman's tummy . -.- lets see . the appetizer was chrysanthemum tea . followed by two main courses of chesnut water and barley water . lastly , the deserrt was ling zhi . otherwise known as antelops horn .. something like that . mind you . i drank down 4 humongous pots of water . and when i was drinking the ling zhi , i vomited out and my lovely mother screamed " SWALLOW IT BACK ! DONT VOMIT !" yes . my mother loves me VERY dearly . -.-&lt;br /&gt;the throat's itchy too . yawn . i've been slping fitfully for the past night .. well . sir just told me that my juniors ran off to the polyclinic near my sec sch during SJ time . -.- tsk . duno why they did that either . ahh well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me from my misery .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-7284602278122056312?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7284602278122056312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=7284602278122056312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7284602278122056312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/7284602278122056312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/effing-pox.html' title='EFFING POX .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-2291781843574844873</id><published>2008-02-19T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:14:08.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNS . OF ALL TIMES . WHY NOW !</title><content type='html'>BLOODY SHIT . KANNASAI . WHY OF ALL TIMES U MUST COME NOW . U CANNOT WAIT UNTIL AFTER 22ND MEH ! HUH ! WHY NOW . STUPID . SPOILER LA U . STUPID KNS . I HATE YOU . FAGGOT FAGGOT FAGGOT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well . i've vented all of frustrations out . turns outthat the big 18th this yr wont be celebrated quite as i planned . tsk .all because of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chicken pox&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; idiot . it started out with a headache i had last night b4 i went to bed .. it didnt go away when i woke up this morning . -.- and then i started lazing ard and i found out that there were water type spots on my hand .. so i tot it was nothing and i poked it . -.- and then after that more started appearing and thats why i freaked out . tsk . the funny thing is i have had chicken pox before . and thats why i tot i wouldn't get it again . -.- and so it seems that u could get chicken pox more than once . and its really starting to itch . -.- and i cant celebrate the grand 18 . and i also cant celebrate the 21st for my big bro . oh why . why of all times it has to come now . TSK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY PISSED . AND IRRITATED .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-2291781843574844873?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2291781843574844873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=2291781843574844873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2291781843574844873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/2291781843574844873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/kns-of-all-times-why-now.html' title='KNS . OF ALL TIMES . WHY NOW !'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-884901897158721306</id><published>2008-02-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:07:17.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the dead .</title><content type='html'>snort . well . back to blogging again . hmm . nth much happening these few days .&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to get a job but it seems fruitless . -.-&lt;br /&gt;stupid company nvr call me bac k . oh well . its the hols now .&lt;br /&gt;and guess what . the other day my daddy found a hp in his taxi . and its my old hp's model . :D&lt;br /&gt;wheee ~ (:&lt;br /&gt;daffy's been emo-ing these few days .&lt;br /&gt;i miss her ):&lt;br /&gt;and i miss him too . he hasnt called yet and i'm getting worried .&lt;br /&gt;on V day i went out with my friend :D&lt;br /&gt;we wante to watch p.s i love you . walao .&lt;br /&gt;the whole cinema booked like siao for that movie ok . from 430 the show to 12 midnight all fully booked . snort .&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we settled for the kite runner . its nice .. but the book is better .. very touching :D&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to update .. hmm . oh . the bd's are coming and my mother ask me what i was getting my brother . tsk . its his 21st bd . and then mydad joked that he would get my bro  a razor . LOLS .&lt;br /&gt;my mom's getting him a watch ... i think she said swiss watch .. ahh . in any case its branded . lucky him . tsk . wonder what they'll get me ! :D&lt;br /&gt;cant wait . (:&lt;br /&gt;DAFFY CHEN . ARE YOU GETTING ME ANYTHING ?&lt;br /&gt;lols . and hor . did u bring the piano i gave you over to aussie ? lols&lt;br /&gt;i miss you . and you . (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-884901897158721306?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/884901897158721306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=884901897158721306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/884901897158721306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/884901897158721306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead .'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1514178430542754966</id><published>2007-10-25T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:45:13.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more voice . :(</title><content type='html'>ahh well . sam here . i have no voice left . i'm croaking like a frog . and obviously daphne chen isnt bloggin that much eh , tsk .&lt;br /&gt;well . now i'm having news writing stuff . and my friends are playing miniclip.com&lt;br /&gt;-.- !!  actually i'm guilty too . haha .&lt;br /&gt;ok . whats up these few weeks . ok . e-learning week is next week .&lt;br /&gt;and after that we got MST week . means CA la . got two exams . econs and web publishing .&lt;br /&gt;after that , we gotta hand up a project for IDEAS . a module . haha . cute right th name .&lt;br /&gt;ahh well . then for IDEAS , we have to go to 3 shops in VIVO to feel thier experience and well , sort of evaluate them .&lt;br /&gt;so my grp decided to go to hei she hui ( or known as BOSSES in eng ) i think they sell dim sum .&lt;br /&gt;those very high class type one .&lt;br /&gt;and then we decided to go hogs breath cafe .&lt;br /&gt;and the last shop we havent decide yet . tsk&lt;br /&gt;they're burning a huge hole in my pocket ya know!&lt;br /&gt;go those ex restaurants . ahh well . can enjoy life also .&lt;br /&gt;well , i havent email-ed daphne much cause we keep tlaking online nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;and she's coming back soon . ahh .&lt;br /&gt;i have no voice daphne chen . pls donate some of our BEAUTIFUL voice to me ok ! :)&lt;br /&gt;blog too yeah ! ohhh ya . i saw weiloong , germaine and malcom the other day when my bus pass by NP . haha . o.o&lt;br /&gt;so long nvr see sec sch friends le ! :0)&lt;br /&gt;and i think i saw ah fang the other day at SP auditorium . haha .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1514178430542754966?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1514178430542754966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1514178430542754966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1514178430542754966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1514178430542754966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more-voice.html' title='no more voice . :('/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3530337008392114550</id><published>2007-10-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:33:57.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLLOOOOOOOO :)</title><content type='html'>daphne chen . u are getting very naggy . i'm NOT chor lor . stop saying that i am understand !!??&lt;br /&gt;haha . in any case . i have broken my own record . i havent talked to my mom for 7 days straight .&lt;br /&gt;ahh well . family problems . u should know better then anyone eh daphne two .&lt;br /&gt;well . sch's boring . homework is getting tougher . cant really understand econs .&lt;br /&gt;esp the market equlibrum thingy . so tough . my other friends were like , i tot u in media comm ? how come u study all those maketing stuff .&lt;br /&gt;i'm like . ya lor . i also dunno why .&lt;br /&gt;so bored . ahh well , my beloved daphne two is coming back in about a month's time . and according to her msn nick today its 40 more days . cant wait ! :)&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm . ok . i have nth else to blog . today was a boring day . and tmr i have sch .&lt;br /&gt;AND DAPHNE SAYS WE HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABT .&lt;br /&gt;ok daphne chen . this is what i'm gonna buy for u when u come back . 1 box of 12 donuts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 double chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 peanut dark choccolate&lt;br /&gt;1 mint dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 apple cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 blueberry&lt;br /&gt;1 spicy cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 coffee roasted almomd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah . if u want any extras for whatever flavour , just tell me yeah . or if u want any for your family let me know so i can buy more of one and less of the other . REPLY SOON :)&lt;br /&gt;miss u tons u stupid bong gong head .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3530337008392114550?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3530337008392114550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3530337008392114550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3530337008392114550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3530337008392114550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/10/hellloooooooo.html' title='HELLLOOOOOOOO :)'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-5651302155908038958</id><published>2007-10-09T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:13:00.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lols. i blog ler luhs. don scream at me yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;my moods have been ups and downs recently.&lt;br /&gt;and thats all because of the somebody.&lt;br /&gt;uh. not him. someone esle.&lt;br /&gt;bloody fed up -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;was rather busy recently&lt;br /&gt;like what i have told u in the msg&lt;br /&gt;next week sch starts lers,&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait man.&lt;br /&gt;staying at home and rotting is not th best idea&lt;br /&gt;ever since i got here .&lt;br /&gt;anyway your situtaion like very jialut.&lt;br /&gt;don take care worhs.&lt;br /&gt;uhs, keep some savings for yourself yea&lt;br /&gt;don give all you income to your mom =)&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;count down to 45 days.&lt;br /&gt;miss me well&lt;br /&gt;see u then at ariport&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-5651302155908038958?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5651302155908038958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=5651302155908038958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5651302155908038958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/5651302155908038958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/10/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1147743406712373619</id><published>2007-10-01T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:01:41.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAPHNE CHEN . WHY ARENT U BLOGGING !?</title><content type='html'>hello . -.- daphne two . how come u are not blogging . sighs . its damn mouldy now .&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm having tutorials now . a module called NEWS WRITING . -.- its boring with a capital B&lt;br /&gt;ahh well . this whole week jenny's not coming to work .YES . :D&lt;br /&gt;ok in case you're wondering ,jenny is my boss .&lt;br /&gt;and she is darn bossy . -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh well . thats why she's the boss . lame crap . ok what else is new .&lt;br /&gt;well . some one i knew passed away recently . it came quite as a shock .&lt;br /&gt;so yeah , cherish life cause u dont know when some one is gonna go .&lt;br /&gt;hmmm . on a much lighter note , there was a cockroach on my house ytd .&lt;br /&gt;and only my mother and i were at home . -.- this was how the scennario went .&lt;br /&gt;i waswatching the tv and thinking bout the friend who recently passed away and at the exact moment , my mother chose to letout this heart-stopping scream .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother : AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !&lt;br /&gt;me ( nearly died of heart attack ) : WHAT U SCREAM SO LOUD FOR LA ! NOW ALREADY 10 PLUS U WANT THE POLICE TO COME IS IT .&lt;br /&gt;mother : COCKROACH !&lt;br /&gt;me : (rolls eyes ) where ...&lt;br /&gt;mother : study room ! keep an eye on it ok ! watch it ah ! i'm gonna get the broom ! WATCH IT !&lt;br /&gt;me ( rolls eyes and cont to watch tv )&lt;br /&gt;mother : WHERE IS IT !&lt;br /&gt;me : dunno . run away .&lt;br /&gt;mother : why didnt u see it !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- oh well . so u know how sqeamish girls can get . and since my father was working and my brother wa in the army . no boys or rather men in the house can be quite irritating and also so troubesome .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cont to watch tv . and an hour later , a black mini figure came sneaking up the sofa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!! COCKROACH COCKROACH !&lt;br /&gt;(i leapt up from the sofa and stood on the coffe table . )&lt;br /&gt;mother : WHERE WHERE ! I GOT THE BROOMS READY ! (hands me one broom )&lt;br /&gt;me : THERE !&lt;br /&gt;mother : SMACK IT ! SMACK IT !&lt;br /&gt;( yeah . and so i smakced and smacked . that cockroach must obviously have 9 lives becuase no matter how hard i smack . it kept moving up and down the floor . ok . so the scene was darn comical if my mother and i werent so terrified of the little thing . i mean i was like a mad woman , standing on top of the coffee table , screaming and laughing and sceaming like some siao char bo . -.- so in the end , the hero of the day , mymother took one big mighty swipe and SMACK . died-ded . yeah so thats about it . i had no voice for th whole night and its still sore today . tsk . stupid cockroach  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok . so daphne chen . now is your hols . will u pls KINDLY blog . -.- so darn bored here . and my mother threatened to not give me allowance if i cont to work in river island . and she say if i cont to work she will go down and talk to my manger personally . i'm in trouble woman . help me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1147743406712373619?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1147743406712373619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1147743406712373619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1147743406712373619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1147743406712373619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/09/daphne-chen-why-arent-u-blogging.html' title='DAPHNE CHEN . WHY ARENT U BLOGGING !?'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-8260979580338349429</id><published>2007-09-25T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:04:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOULDY BLOG :)</title><content type='html'>ok . hello . i'm here to blog before the other woman accuses me of makign this blog moldy . tsk .&lt;br /&gt;well . i'm in sch now . in the com lab . haha . so funny . reminds me of sec sch . ooohhh .&lt;br /&gt;the tch just appeared in . i'm damn tired . woke up at seven today .&lt;br /&gt;after like what . 7 hrs of slp ? maybe lesser . tsk . i had to use toothpicks to poke my eyelids and keep it open .&lt;br /&gt;sch is BORING .&lt;br /&gt;except for the times we poke fun at woo woo . ha . -.-&lt;br /&gt;well . now is time for web publishing . i dont know whats it abt .&lt;br /&gt;ok daphne chen . i dunno what u want an oven for but i dont have it .&lt;br /&gt;find charlty or something .&lt;br /&gt;and guess what . i wanna piece my third ear hole .&lt;br /&gt;what ya think ?&lt;br /&gt;left ear . wanna pierce with me ? :)&lt;br /&gt;u better blog ehs . miss you tons .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-8260979580338349429?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8260979580338349429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=8260979580338349429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8260979580338349429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/8260979580338349429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/09/mouldy-blog.html' title='MOULDY BLOG :)'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-3741521889008919959</id><published>2007-08-31T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:34:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT KLEYPAS ! :)</title><content type='html'>HELLOS HONEY .&lt;br /&gt;ok ok sorry i nvr blog luh . working ehs . haha .&lt;br /&gt;YA YA i want can buy for me ?&lt;br /&gt;but i want kleypas . i want the secrets of a summer night ok !&lt;br /&gt;umm . u see what else nice u buy for me .&lt;br /&gt;but dont buy where dreams begin , scandal in spring , again the magic and devil in winter&lt;br /&gt;cause those i read le . u help me see which books nice buy !&lt;br /&gt;amanda quick not nice one . -.-&lt;br /&gt;kleypas still rocks .&lt;br /&gt;oh ya u should try buygin debbie maccomber .&lt;br /&gt;and err . julia quinn and samantha james .&lt;br /&gt;omg this post sounds more like an email to u !&lt;br /&gt;haha .&lt;br /&gt;ok well . today i worked again . went to work like 3 hrs early . haha !&lt;br /&gt;so can get more money mah .&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is . my mom know's i'm working at raffles city . but she doesnt know what shop&lt;br /&gt;so ytd she said i'm going to find u&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like ok ! haha , see if u can&lt;br /&gt;so when i went to work i was so scared she would find me .&lt;br /&gt;luckily she didnt . but i called her at eight plus when i went to the toilet .&lt;br /&gt;" hello ma , so how ? cant find me ah "&lt;br /&gt;"u nvr work ah ! i go all the shops i nvr see you ! "&lt;br /&gt;" i got work .. what shops u go into ? "&lt;br /&gt;" robinsons .. warehouse , RIVER ISLAND .."&lt;br /&gt;( i nearly choked on my saliva . cause i am working at river island )&lt;br /&gt;" is it ? what time u come in ? "&lt;br /&gt;" ard 4 plus lor "&lt;br /&gt;( i laughed to myself cause at that time i was at the fitting rm , not on floor )&lt;br /&gt;haha ! my poor mother . lols . oh well . she might just find me next time ,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so lucky ! esp when i have a mom like her ! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-3741521889008919959?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3741521889008919959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=3741521889008919959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3741521889008919959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/3741521889008919959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-kleypas.html' title='I WANT KLEYPAS ! :)'/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122350973133242352.post-1513703124849408989</id><published>2007-08-29T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:14:36.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honneyy.. do blog often worhs. i hardly could juggle 2 blogger accs. anyway, im now in school rotting... theres another hour and 15 mins to my next class. and im really rotting... my book review presentation is about to due and i have not finish the book... im so enthu about the other books i have borrowed...hahas..curse them luhs, y must the book i need to review to be authors of australians citizens, or australians' boigraphy....... sick luhs. i hate el here. everything must be based on aust culture. sighs, y cant they do others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's rather fine for me, everything is goin rather well. no prob on food wise and ers accomdation.. man i told u about the incident that occurred to me recently?? i must cunna PUNCHED by the ppl here... lolss. lame luhs. they childish luhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my calculus and app. maths teacher is the same one. she loves singging lullaby to me,. i always wanna fall asleep in her class. no idea y. perhaps her very patient and slow-mo voice tends to make me Zzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holidays is coming up soon. 5 more weeks. awhss i cant wait for it to approch. by that time, i would be spring.. nice weather soo... like aircon temp like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get work out soon. i have gained 2 kgs after settling into here. FAT FAT LERRS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perth's royal show and water sports are coming up soon too, and they fall on my holi.. thats lame luhs anyway.. can go have fun lers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i saw this very nice nike jacket luhs and this pair of shoe... really nice hors.. but i cant buy........awhs.. i really like it so much lorrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huffs.. now its like 12.15 i have had typed for 15 mins. i think this post super long ler luhs. anyway i love bloggin FOR NOW, at least it keep me occupied for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doddless, im publishing this soon. i wanna read my storyboook lers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW SAM, HERE THE BOOK SUPER CHEAP LORS.. GOT YA AMANDA QUICK WHICH ONLY COST 6 BUCKS SINGAPORE.... CHEAP RIGHT?? SIGHSS, U WANNA? I GET FOR U?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122350973133242352-1513703124849408989?l=its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1513703124849408989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122350973133242352&amp;postID=1513703124849408989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1513703124849408989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122350973133242352/posts/default/1513703124849408989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-not-goodbye.blogspot.com/2007/08/honneyy.html' title=''/><author><name>memories jotted down at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369159038680991092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__rPBJbAxSew/Sa7Zbb_c0nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P37a9cedKKc/S220/DSC01430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
