<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292</id><updated>2012-02-04T01:38:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever in my heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3509179424984396331</id><published>2011-12-20T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:56:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a BLAST</title><content type='html'>Exactly a year difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this coincidence or something? Certainly surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe It's just DECEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever LIFE throws at me. It's not gonna stop me from enjoying LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark My Words - 2 years from now. I'm gonna see a big change in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwavering Motivation Upon My Solemn Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3509179424984396331?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3509179424984396331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3509179424984396331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3509179424984396331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3509179424984396331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2011/12/lifes-blast_20.html' title='Life&apos;s a BLAST'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7718088024184920424</id><published>2011-12-20T16:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:15:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>What's up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-939M1tgQaE0/TvBL1WQ0IEI/AAAAAAAAAho/A73Z0b03Z_Y/s1600/Best%2BWall%2BPaper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-939M1tgQaE0/TvBL1WQ0IEI/AAAAAAAAAho/A73Z0b03Z_Y/s400/Best%2BWall%2BPaper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688129709250191426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7718088024184920424?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7718088024184920424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7718088024184920424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7718088024184920424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7718088024184920424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2011/12/lifes-blast.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-939M1tgQaE0/TvBL1WQ0IEI/AAAAAAAAAho/A73Z0b03Z_Y/s72-c/Best%2BWall%2BPaper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4381115634870050313</id><published>2010-12-20T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:55:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again. And again</title><content type='html'>It's reaching a new year. 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something i need to tell you o' great 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believed how many heart breaking moments i had during this year. Year 2010. Are you trying to make me stronger? FARK. It's not fun and totally not amusing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. I should thank it for that as well. It helped me straightened out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed of myself and realized how some of my actions and emotions make me seems like an Imbecile. I am truly one this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Great 2011. I'm going through a huge transition here from a student to a full-time working adult&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt; so please. Stop giving me setbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAD ENOUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4381115634870050313?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4381115634870050313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4381115634870050313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4381115634870050313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4381115634870050313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2010/12/again-and-again.html' title='Again. And again'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-520608945332813674</id><published>2010-11-10T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:09:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. Reflected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another New record to be written down in my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another painful archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another new experience. Yes Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous weeks was a real hell torture for me. But HELL YEAH. I struggled through it and bounced back. I'm so prone to this kinda thing huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the saying goes. And it always that saying goes and it forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's yours will be yours. What's not will not be yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I just wanna.. experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. If that's the case. Means I still have to live by that saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong I am. And I will Be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-520608945332813674?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/520608945332813674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=520608945332813674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/520608945332813674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/520608945332813674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5704390701575292135</id><published>2010-10-25T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:26:36.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>Life's been wild for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's been good and it's been bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of depressing life i had when it comes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other side. It was a fulfilling journey I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me realise how weak I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship was one hell of a blast. Experienced all kinds of sweet bitter sour and even heart breaking and wrenching moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just come and go in your life. When one thing ends. It just fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5704390701575292135?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5704390701575292135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5704390701575292135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5704390701575292135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5704390701575292135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4268488536297462892</id><published>2009-12-18T04:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:02:13.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEH HEH</title><content type='html'>MAHJONG, What's up with my craze towards mahjong man? Since last week, my hands have been itching for some tiles. And Daniel that tweety bird rejected me countless of time TILL TODAY. And i seem to be losing money everytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I've lost my wallet, TWICE. Together with my M'sia IC and my most important Student Permit Card. This is an absolute reverance towards my god-damned self-carelessness, F*CK !&lt;br /&gt;And my PSP which i have bought from Nicola seems to malfunction too... WTFWTFWTWFTWFWTFWTWFTWFWTWFWFWTFWTWFTW.&lt;br /&gt;For godness sake i still owe her 50 Bucks for the PSP. LOL. Sorry Nic, I will definitely return you the $, I swear upon my Blog : ) Although I've owe you for more than a year. SOrry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and errr... many other problems which i have mostly forgotten. Somehow i am glad to be blessed with a poor memory, or should i say cursed? : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck meter has totally hit the rock bottom near to the negative man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of the good things.&lt;br /&gt;The return of Usa from her home country? Okay la, I'll give credit for that!&lt;br /&gt;David just invited me to his house for a mahjong session next tuesday with alex and all. Oh man, i cant wait ! Although I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating AH BOO's birdday, Yeah man, with that gay whom I have always confided with, together with the Secondary Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! A New year is coming, both chinese and you know.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my windfall will have a huge transformation this upcoming new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a big change next year i swear, well of course, if everything goes as smoothly as I have planned. This is for you Alvin Ngor .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4268488536297462892?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4268488536297462892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4268488536297462892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4268488536297462892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4268488536297462892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/heh-heh.html' title='HEH HEH'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-208993115274931677</id><published>2009-12-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:03:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the result was expected although i really hate to bow down to reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still has to move on! And i guess i should just get used to this. It's kinda fun having this mixed emotions after a long time of not experiencing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ho Ho! This sucks, and it's sucks totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-208993115274931677?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/208993115274931677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=208993115274931677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/208993115274931677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/208993115274931677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-result-was-expected-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-205098847053799269</id><published>2009-11-30T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:06:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>How long was it since the last time i saw Usa. I even missed the last dinner with her before she leaves S'pore! Sorry man. But anyway, It's good to have you back, that means I've just regained an extra listening ears for me to vent my frustrations : ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a period when my group of friends permed thier hair. Remind me of the hairstyle i once used to have during those morning rush hours. And Usa permmed her hair too. Well, hey usa, if u happen to read this, I will just say It's pretty nice, but maybe it doesn't suit you? Haha! honest opinion k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been so long since i actually took a break from my work! Went to play L4d2 with those mentally unstable friends i have, it was really fun hanging out with them. Shouting and screaming at even the slightest possible mistake we made inside the game. Especially Eric, who got OWNED by zhiying HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, i have only 1 group of friends and i ALWAYS hang out with them. Since secondary till now, it's always them them them and nothing but them. Nevertheless, they are the best. I will never feel left out or bored with their presence and it always feels good to hang out together. Being with these dudes brings out my real character and my nature of being talkative. We have almost Infinite topics to hop into, and that is the best part of being with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i couldn't act like myself when hanging out with other groups and i really dislike this part of me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew what's my priority are and what is the next step to take. But my heart just love to defies what my mind commands, and sometime, following your heart may not always be a good idea. If i can ever overcome this, i bet that will be the day when I will fully mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week is gonna be a busy week. 3 upcoming test. And an additional test to my life. I wonder how will it turns out? Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-205098847053799269?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/205098847053799269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=205098847053799269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/205098847053799269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/205098847053799269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4342539894388445327</id><published>2009-10-31T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T05:09:18.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong?</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm quite shock at myself for updating my own blog. After my last post, i told myself that i shall stop blogging since there's not much excitements in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be due to the sudden accidental click on Ilovemyselfalotandalot.blogspot.com which creates an unexplainable feelings that motivated me to blog. Some sort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i rejoice or?.. mayb i should just blame my own itchy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i log on to Facebook or jumping from blogs to blogs, i always have this feeling of "envy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that i have to live my life in this particular manner, and i have no other choice but to walk down this path. Yeah, at some part of my life, i really agree that my life is very mundane, boring, lifeless etc.. Not even a tinge of excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at certain part of my life, especially when I'm in the accompaniment of my friends, I felt that life's like this is not that bad either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide whether to born into a wealthy, poor, perfect or half-built/broken family. Or even have a home where you can truly called "Home".&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is how you accept what was given to you, and the approach you adpot to accept these ties that will stuck with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i think that i had chose the right approach to accept what was given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i envy others who have a much better life than me,&lt;br /&gt;but people tends to envy others because they YEARN to have what they do not have doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;As long as these envies doesn't turns into nasty feelings like jealousy, It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that curiousity is be one of the strongest feelings a human emotion can have. Curiousity can kill you, but i believed if a person does not have even the slightest curiousity vibes, than he/her life will really be SUPERBLY boring. So although curiousity kills the cat, but life will be ALOT less fun without this wonderful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Exprience mah, everything must also try, because curious mah! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've written lots of irrelevant stuffs here. Doesn't matter anyway, just wanna pour out my " Emotions " through words. Nobody will read this either : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4342539894388445327?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4342539894388445327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4342539894388445327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4342539894388445327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4342539894388445327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-wrong.html' title='What&apos;s wrong?'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7285509908879706283</id><published>2009-03-04T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:31:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday dreew</title><content type='html'>I hear many people brag about how grand thier 18th birthday celebration is, celebrating with a whole class of friends, and how wonderful and memorable during this special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i only celebrated mine with 13 friends in a humble fastfood restaurant at a most common shopping destination. I swear that it something I had never felt before through my 17 years in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am Content :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309320243388889746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Sa5-oaH8OpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_ywEDRLPP2s/s400/SNC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309320237716720386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Sa5-oE_lywI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BpGp4uk_Qno/s400/SNC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309320232621111666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Sa5-nyAs-XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iptSNgXgFZc/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boobs King ( Ah Boo! ), Big Bird, Delick, Keng Long (BAO GE~), Nicola Alexia, Nikki Tan, Sin Yongy, Sze How, Usa Papapomkiki :D, Woo You, Wei Xun, Yong Shun, Zhi Liang Zai.&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;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything too, Alvinie Ngorish Pang Gor. You're one brother a gay ( Not me hor ) can ever ask for :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309320240920607970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Sa5-oQ7dPOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6BFrSeXFKpM/s400/P060209_21.46%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a "Gan Bei" to everyone who wished me happy brithday! Yammmm Seeeeeng~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7285509908879706283?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7285509908879706283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7285509908879706283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7285509908879706283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7285509908879706283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dreew.html' title='Happy birthday dreew'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Sa5-oaH8OpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_ywEDRLPP2s/s72-c/SNC00124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7029780608386230168</id><published>2009-02-17T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:41:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Hood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desire&lt;/strong&gt; - Some succeed because they are destined to, But you can also succeed if you are determined to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this miniature poster with this sentence written on it. It was a long time ago where i remember i was with Boo Keong and Zahirrudin doing some band businesses in a shopping centre. Which i've totally forgotten where. Immediately, i was captured by the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. The words are simple and common. However, it's very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;During those days when i was still... Ermmm... Young? I'll have this mindset that i belong to the "Determined" group. If i am determined enough, I'll succeed. If i am motivated enough, I'll succeed, and if i am optimistic enough, I Will Succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I started to change. I've changed for the worst.. I became very undetermined, very unmotivated and the worst is, occassionally, i can be very very and i mean VERY pessimistic. I dunno what's going on, but i knew i was changing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly grew tired of being determined in anything i do. Grew tired of being motivated and also grew VERY tired of being optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than.. i start to wonder, Isn't it good if I belong to the "Destined" group?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.. will be so much different.. So much better?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i am being very naive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very content in life, very happy with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I've started to understand, the stress that I'm gonna bear once i take over my father position, the stress of being an adult. And I won't be content with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I'm going towards adulthood, reaching to a stage where my mind will have many questions and doubts.&lt;br /&gt;But to sum it all, the only question which I really wants an answer:&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes another question pops up in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers are obvious to me now. If I remained the way I am. But who knows what will happen in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna enjoy myself tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7029780608386230168?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7029780608386230168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7029780608386230168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7029780608386230168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7029780608386230168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-oh-oh.html' title='Adult Hood?'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7922198662974747561</id><published>2009-02-14T03:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:18:37.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the lesson for 1st year poly</title><content type='html'>I'm finally out of all the projects and homeworks and assignments and waking up in the morning and eating vegetarian food from bizpark and going to the sleeping corner at 4th floor and... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION. WOOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Great, There's still EXAMINATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, yesterday was the last tutorial of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss all the peeps in 1k07 man. Although i am not very active in the class, but i sure do enjoy the lessons. All of them deserve a pat on their ass, each of them have the potential to be a joker. And they have been performing their acrobatics stunts in class anyway. Cheers for these jokers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's Day! So what's my plan? : Going to school, either to study or... get distracted by all the couples all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, who will celebrate their V's Day in School anyway? I'll probably find some lone spirits wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not gonna sound so pathetic. I cant believed how out-dated i am, I went to watch this movie with David, "The Matrix". And it TOTALLY drives me into obsession. omg, Omg,OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie is seriously kick asses. Although it've been ten years, I'm so lucky i am still able to catch this movie after a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY, Let us head towards Year 2 with big open hands ready to embrace the good old days we gonna have again.&lt;br /&gt;HIP HOP, HURREY ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7922198662974747561?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7922198662974747561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7922198662974747561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7922198662974747561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7922198662974747561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-lesson-for-1st-year-poly.html' title='The end of the lesson for 1st year poly'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4254215146675964157</id><published>2009-02-01T04:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:51:25.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects, Assignment, and everything nice</title><content type='html'>Projects... Projects?.. Projects?!.. PROJECTS !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been doing the past few months? PROJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;And i still have 2 more presentations to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll just admit, I'm one ass-kicking lazy kidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good at nothing except procrastinating my work, searching for excuses to cover up my responsiblity and... Rushing my work through the night without ample rest just to finish up the assignment which is due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'll stop being negative here. And i am gonna have a few&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTION to embrace the B-E-A-Utiful New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; A new Desktop. ( TO HELL WITH MY CURRENT COMPUTER )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Cast away my bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;( I guess this's gonna be one of the most impossible task i am gonna set upon myself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Get a life !&lt;br /&gt;( It doesn't mean i have no life now, It just mean i am gonna get even live-lier this year )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Clean up my bedroom ! ( Haaa- Chooo ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; If possible, clean up my HOUSE ( It'll be a miracle if i do that ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep Earlier ( I have to change my body clock system! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; FIND A JOB ( I hate Recession... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; Learn to be frugal ( Where's all my savings ?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)&lt;/strong&gt; I want another new bag! ( Greed is Good.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10)&lt;/strong&gt; And finally, Get to know my friends better. ( Badminton ! Basketball ! 85 market ! BBQ ! Steamboat ! DOTA ! And everything NICE )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo! So much for a B-E-A-Utiful Chinese New Year, How much Ang Baos you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 4 in total so far ! Beat that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've got presentation right after CNY, i was unable to visit my grandparents in Malaysia! WTF, WTF IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my parents, leaving this poor lil' kid at home, celebrating his CNY alone. Yeah, This is my WORST CNY ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, but i've enjoyed myself with my group of friends after the lonely night of Chu Yi (Day 1) and Chu Er (Day2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate i am to have them as my buddies man!&lt;br /&gt;First, it was a trip to Nigel house, than followed by the games of badmintons and basketballs with Alex, David, Jeremy and Zinc, steamboat at Joy's house with 8 whacky pals and finally, A fruitful trip to Alvin's house.&lt;br /&gt;( Alvin, I'll never forget your Mum's kindness, hehe ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i bet others were having lots of "bai nian" trips around the island of singapore throughout the 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;MAN, I AM SO JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, at least my CNY wasn't so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan play badminton again!&lt;br /&gt;So long~ WEEE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4254215146675964157?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4254215146675964157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4254215146675964157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4254215146675964157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4254215146675964157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2009/02/projects-assignment-and-everything-nice.html' title='Projects, Assignment, and everything nice'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3880370420112828451</id><published>2008-12-23T05:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:08:12.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.O.DDD</title><content type='html'>Another late post T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its R.O.D 2008! Those who was once my junior, all of them graduated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww man, the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly gush through my whole body when i was there witnessing the graduation of the batch 2004. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really fun, being with my section and all, making so many wanderfool friends. But, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really sucks when I have to deal with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, after so many months of stress-less days, i begin to miss those days when i was still a band member : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, my time is over, over a year ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, i did not go back and help during the past few months, as i was busy indulging myself with all the enjoyable moments with my friends who i had neglected during the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND-BAND"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i went back band after a few months of MIA, i realise there were many things i was unable to do. I was incapable of teaching my Juniors since i myself have not practice for a looong time, i felt a gap between me and the band members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst thing is, when they greeted me good afternoon or sir, I felt that i was not worth to be even greeted, or called me by "sir". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, let not get emotional here. All of my juniors have changed, matured and became more sensible in one way or another.&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_5283476397491403170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKtyluiuaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VxBy_hPlEI8/s400/1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ming Kwang face was as if being forced to smile.. He never change..&lt;br /&gt;I just realise, i took picture with BIRON? OMFG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283476390509628962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKtyLt9TiI/AAAAAAAAAes/mDQWm4uAMqg/s400/1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477942050990530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKvMfqPqcI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LHwW8ssY8o8/s400/1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283476398029021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKtynuuInI/AAAAAAAAAe8/neyKQYRCBcc/s400/1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My beloved clarinetist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477951733345602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKvNDusrUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YQ3hESJsccU/s400/1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477946905687074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKvMxvsdCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jPvp2rnQ2ls/s400/1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ping Yi Marching Band Conductor's TRUE COLOUR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3880370420112828451?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3880370420112828451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3880370420112828451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3880370420112828451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3880370420112828451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/roddd.html' title='R.O.DDD'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKtyluiuaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VxBy_hPlEI8/s72-c/1015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3124084167779020551</id><published>2008-12-19T04:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:18:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lateeee</title><content type='html'>Its kinda late.. but... The same old saying.. It's never too late. ahh, whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on november if my brain cells were functioning properly, i went out with my primary school friends for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not seen Alyssa (Sorry if i mis-spelled your name &gt;,&lt;) for more than 4 years. Oh my, She look alot better than before !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Furre Christmases&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Brad, I start falling in love with your mum only when i reached 30"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, farting bullshit. When the old virgin said that, it totally kicks me off to my laughing wee wee land. Although it was a bit lame, but i tell you, the part where they visit Brad's mum really sparks up all my laughing hormones. THAT WAS THE BEST, I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, i was thinking Alvin...... FUCK, NO, NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, that movie was great! A mixed emotion of happy and sad was potrayed.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter was definitely the best ingredient in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we wander around for some photo taking and finally, to the bus stop. We crack jokes and laughed a lot in the bus from orchard all the way to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes real fast when we are having a chitty chat eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283466848523672722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKlGxDOXJI/AAAAAAAAAek/VfoH2QRaq-k/s400/1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My best pals - : D, &lt;br /&gt;DAM! As usual, i was the shortest among the 2 of them last time and I STILL AM. AHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283466849978463346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKlG2eEtHI/AAAAAAAAAec/YlRbI_o-7rw/s400/1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there was only 4 of us : /, But it was great i tell you! G R E A T !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3124084167779020551?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3124084167779020551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3124084167779020551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3124084167779020551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3124084167779020551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/lateeee.html' title='Lateeee'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SVKlGxDOXJI/AAAAAAAAAek/VfoH2QRaq-k/s72-c/1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-971086961275686363</id><published>2008-12-14T22:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:25:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEE</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post maybe a little late. Actually it's way tooooo late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, better to be late than never, fortunately, the photos are still available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past few months i've been very busy with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la, i am always finding some excuses to cover up my lazy holes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy, hectic and not having enough time. I swear i will come up with other excuses next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to spice things up a little, i should post up all those photos i have taken during the bumper car rides i had gone through this past few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how many months ago was this, but i remember going Sakura with my friends at Orchard. And we are the first group of customers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shutter was shut tightly when we reach and we thought Sakura has closed down. I was the idiot who thinks that Sakura has closed down until someone shout "Haven't open yet la!" Was it Wei Yuan or Shun? cant remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for "&lt;strong&gt;The Shutter&lt;/strong&gt;" to open, I decided to snape some pictures to capture some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279652729946365810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SUUYL2Hf33I/AAAAAAAAAd0/erCVvUUrbIE/s400/W-D-S-A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONKEYS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Yuan you Kalimantan Monkey, Just show your true colour la. Why act like one guai kia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rushed in like some hungry hounds hunting for food when we foot the bill and took our seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you starving for the whole day, deprived of food, your sensitive nose were sniffing very hardly hoping to detect some clue for food. AND RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU was all the GOD DAM delicacies which you have been yearning for Milion of years, hoping to smell them, feel them and finally, TASTE THEM. YUMMY~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOOT~~ After we satisfy our stomach, we begin to show some pleasure expression on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279652733987558834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SUUYMFK_lbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YLfVkOB8bHI/s400/Awww~.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YONG SHUN, CONTROL YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279654380896913970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SUUZr8YyCjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Wdoh3gyPy1E/s400/Hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And our bird is willing to surrender himself to me. &gt;:D Ehh hehehe~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Nic! For helping to capture some great photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who attended this trip are : Me, Daniel, Sin Yong, Nicola, Usa, EING, Wei Yuan, Jovene and Yong Shun.&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/11538292-971086961275686363?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/971086961275686363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=971086961275686363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/971086961275686363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/971086961275686363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/wee.html' title='WEE'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SUUYL2Hf33I/AAAAAAAAAd0/erCVvUUrbIE/s72-c/W-D-S-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7386661783689428731</id><published>2008-11-26T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:40:34.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow. Life has been a pain in the ass this past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing my work, last min work of assignment, handing in was also last min, no motivation to revise, skipping classes, rotting my life away ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, when am i going to stop this attitude of mine?! I kept telling myself&lt;br /&gt;"OKAY! tomorrow MUST complete my work!"&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes, and tomorrow goes, and the day after came, and the day before goes. Nothing was done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL, my deadline was.. Tomorrow again. Now that will be a different story. So i am going to scribble some kind of last min clean shit and obtain some shit marks from the shit tutors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh.. Curse myself for bad-mouthing the tutors. The tutors are good teachers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Have to buck up for the upcoming test which is next week! AHHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be employed man! But it seems no employer wants to hire job seekers that is only available during weekends. Or mayb i didn't put in much effort to really find a job.. Plus the release of the O level students. They are jail-free now! Things just gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I am able to let loose my stress towards my best buds. Let focus my frustration into them! And into the things we are doing, RIGHT JIMMOS. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7386661783689428731?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7386661783689428731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7386661783689428731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7386661783689428731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7386661783689428731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2255746176489124335</id><published>2008-10-08T05:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:02:22.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laaji</title><content type='html'>I am one fat puffy little lazy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not even blog on the events that flew passed me during september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September was one big-ass bumper car ride which inflict many same injuries that i experienced during secondary school days. Sometime, people think once they had encountered the problem before, they know how to handle and deal with them if history repeat itself again. Whoopie doo! I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of anger you felt when someone bumps into you and the exhilarating fun you experience while being "banged" by someone. Having fun and anger at the same time. It sucks, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 days work of an usher was really enjoyable and sometimes, bored. Almost for the whole time, i was practically doing nothing at all, watching Messa, Alonso, Ferrari etc.. fly by, as if taking my precious time away, with thier unmatchable mach speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WOOT, i was positioned at the northern loop grandstand and was able to witness all the exciting scene even before the toy-looking vehicles positioned themself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU JEALOUS? Don't be, i was not even excited when i was witnessing the event itself. The only thing that i look forward to, the friends that i met in my group. Bunch of fun whacking toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took alot of pictures together with them as well as my fun entertaining classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Alex, Eulene and Jeremy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;September was one Earth shacking experience. School reopening soon! NOOOOOO~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Class BBQ was also fun, although we wasn't so active. Well, its the efforts that counts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This holiday i have had more than 3 BBQ and buffets. My wallet was broken asunder.. Ahh well, I guess its worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having a PSP, i started to go back to the days where newspaper was not in my dictionary. It seems like i dreaded reading :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have to start brushing my my english soon and improving my general knowledge before its too late! Whenever i surf blogs and visited my friends' blog, it was so obvious to me that they have been blogging consistently and thier english have undergo a tremendous improvment, they uses words that i have never seen before and the way they structured thier sentence really motivates me to improve my english.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its time to wake up. WEEE~&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/11538292-2255746176489124335?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2255746176489124335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2255746176489124335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2255746176489124335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2255746176489124335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/10/laaji.html' title='Laaji'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-8632849609568741548</id><published>2008-08-26T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:29:34.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another day</title><content type='html'>Ehh.... This post is suppose to be posted during 08/08/08, But i guess... I missed the date, under some unseen circumstances. Better to be late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy asked me out to have steamboat together, with a gang consist of 13 peeps including myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the special occasion? Joy "Oh! Its 080808! The grand start of the olympic, so let join in the fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... that was nice, people were lighting thier fireworks while we light our food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Bugis AGAIN for steamboat, this time they came prepared. There were more than enough seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.... &lt;a href="mailto:NNB@V#B@V$BA#VBVB@#@#@BNB@N#VN@V#N"&gt;NNB@V#B@V$BA#VBVB@#@#@BNB@N#VN@V#N&lt;/a&gt; The steamboat cost over 20 bucks!! Inclusive of Service charge and the tax above the taxes.. GST. Giving Singaporeans Trouble. Why does it includes me too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could've gone to a better makan sutra place with lot of other delicacies. And we swore that it will be the first time we steam, and the last time we gonna boat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i guess i am gonna bring down the reputation of that steamboat, the "restaurant" is called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tian Tian Huo Guo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, Tian Tian "stimulation" (I leave it up to your imagination)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we came to a conclusion that we should just grab all the food they have and stuff ourselves till we explode. And..... yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238829253262328418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SLQPcwegQmI/AAAAAAAAATo/pP4jyHhHJyk/s400/1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know its seems very little, but trust me, we gobbled up 20 cow's meat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238829268313470114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SLQPdoi-dKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aMOsnRdWIfM/s400/1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usa.. i dun mind if your cute.. But....... your just making nicola look cuter. ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238829273198372514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SLQPd6voJqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DEps4wjf-qg/s400/1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught in action. Yong Shun and me had a competition between which of our cooking skills are better. Well, the results are obvious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238829277264543330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SLQPeJ5E_mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/__Bn3Yzz2LY/s400/1034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric.... Its broad daylight. And its public, cant you guys book a room first? Patience is a virtue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238829262524985106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SLQPdS-5LxI/AAAAAAAAATw/B2qcTD41Zuk/s400/1023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally! The main character! I am talking about the guy inbetween the 2 gals, wearing a white T :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We seems sort of united eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then~ FROOO~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-8632849609568741548?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8632849609568741548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=8632849609568741548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8632849609568741548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8632849609568741548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/08/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet another day'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SLQPcwegQmI/AAAAAAAAATo/pP4jyHhHJyk/s72-c/1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6341288716416975925</id><published>2008-08-15T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:00:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary</title><content type='html'>Whoa, its been damm long since i last came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i gonna post something that is supposed to be posted during July, well, i am an old-fashion guy, and a out-dated one that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being Out-dated and Old-fashion! I fish for stuffs that is antique and get hooked up by things that are "thrown" away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. What am i talking? Alright, its my primary school friend birthday, and we went to have steamboat together and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend, Shou En, been 4 years since the last time i saw him. And he had changed into someone who love to take a "Trumpet" and blow loudly towards a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou En. No offense ah if you saw this ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh you know, whenever i go out with my friend, and they spot a hot gal and wanted thier numbers, It was always me who go up towards the gal and get her number de lei" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... That is very nice. Let have somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am known as the girl-killer" LOL ! I cant stop laughing when i heard this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. The rest of my primary school friend was like "wow". Remind me of Edison Chen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only Zhong Xi is mature enough to understand the situation "behind the scene"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wnt to bugis to have the Steamboat but it was too crowded and so, we changed place to Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, its been so long so i forgotten most of the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know was that we played some dare games and just laughed our guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time which we have to perform a tai chi infront of cars that are passing by. That was damm funny and we almost vomited out all our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236629897623557810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SKw_JaQK1rI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mda1LGz5Xe0/s400/1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Best pals from primary school =) Yiliang was the photographer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Most left was SHOU EN =D Zhong Xi Louis And finally, the joker is ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-6341288716416975925?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6341288716416975925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6341288716416975925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6341288716416975925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6341288716416975925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/08/primary.html' title='Primary'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SKw_JaQK1rI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mda1LGz5Xe0/s72-c/1014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-8232983106566298124</id><published>2008-07-13T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:24:21.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA</title><content type='html'>AHHHH~ I never wrote down anything during June. But than, june have been an experience of both hell and heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been so many days since i experience all that shit, but i can still jolly well remember everything. The gay batam trip, and the hellish projects. But still, the batam trip is *WHOOOPS. I am still clean =) dun believe? Try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunday when i arrived back at batam, and home sweet home, aww man, the smell of my body odour and the mess in my room welcomed me home with a big arms for hugging. I slammed into my bed and drool a little before i went to take a bathe. And after that, dota with my friends till 1am as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready to skip school next day when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David " Andrew! 2 weeks never see you already, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aawc " I am fine! tomorrow no tutorial right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David "GOT LA, dun tortoise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aawc "@^#$@#%^@$%^#$@%^$"&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;aawc "ALEX, tml got tutorial ah!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex "YEAH BABY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex "and dun forget to pass up your excel project before 9am today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aawc "OMFG, &amp;amp;@#%@#@$@$&amp;amp;^#%&amp;amp;^%#^$#$ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really visiting the 18th level of hell during that time, Double "blessing" for me when i found out another project is to be handed up at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was soooooooo dammmmmm tired that i snored so loudly in bus and people have to cover thier ears beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling was power. The feeling of desperate, the feeling of motivated through the wrong way, the feeling of helplessness, and finally, the feeling of independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alll way too cool. And my hell ended the next day. June was really one hell of a month.&lt;br /&gt;First sweet after bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-8232983106566298124?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8232983106566298124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=8232983106566298124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8232983106566298124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8232983106566298124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoa.html' title='WHOA'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4570273470965725440</id><published>2008-05-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:00:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta-mania</title><content type='html'>Whoosh, wow, thrice in my lifetime, i finally had 3 shopping SPREE. This is sooo shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bugis with my same buddy and had a &lt;strong&gt;wallet cancer&lt;/strong&gt; shopping, i spend a total of $95. OMG, while my friends is even more OMG than me who spent more than $100. Bought something from Pescados in Bugis street. And coincidently, i happen to meet my TWISTY BUDDY! sia la. Miss her alot sia! me and my gang crap with her and her friend alot before we parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how we parted was because i wanted to tell a joke to jennie's friend, and than, i was pulled away by wuyu daniel and shun. Sia la...... Is my cold joke that irritating? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glances through Bugis street and noticed a small yellow T-shirt with a "Arms are for hugging" text printed on it. I couldn't resist that cute picture with the short message on top and decided to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;I know that shirt is freakishly gay for me to wear, But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLA, u like that shirt right?! haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tiring shopping, our legs go all wobbly and we chiong to the arcade desperately for some air-con and entertainment. Slack-ed around there for bout 3hours before moving out for dinner at..... PASTA-MANIAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damm hungry that i ordered pizza&amp;amp;pasta. The creamy chicken was so filling that i almost could not finish my pizza. As i gobbled down my food, my buddies stare at me in awe.. or mayb not in awe... A rubbish bin instead? =( i also finished the leftovers they going to discard. Eeeyer, waste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shocking thing is that, USA CAME. WOW, FROM SIMEI SOMEMORE. sia la, but nvm, who cares about USA? SHE BRING &lt;strong&gt;EING &lt;/strong&gt;ALONG. That's the climax man! THE CLIMAX! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense ah usa, Ur important too la =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And........... We continued our shopping. OMG, seriously, last stage of cancer for my wallet sia. no cure for it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Freshbox and bought some pants... The EEEVEEEIL of $$$ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usa&amp;amp;Eing went to shop for mama's day present if i am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And POOF, off to the MRT after our shop. Reached home around 9pm. And.... my project in all my module remain Rusty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOT~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4570273470965725440?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4570273470965725440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4570273470965725440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4570273470965725440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4570273470965725440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/05/pasta-mania.html' title='Pasta-mania'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3100596081870079388</id><published>2008-05-06T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:23:48.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES</title><content type='html'>Oh my, the 3rd week in school, and they bombarded us with so many projects. That is soooo cool, have to adapt to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to TP was definitely fun and look forward to it everyday, except all the lectures. And i mean &lt;strong&gt;ALL. &lt;/strong&gt;My god, Everytime, every sentence, every min, every sec, i have to fight with the urge of keeping my eyes open at all times, forcing my ears to listen to the teachers explaining and lastly, keep glancing at my handphone and pray that time will pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, every breaks is wonderful, especially going to the library with my "family"?&lt;br /&gt;They love to talk about "life" and would just laugh thier foot out when i start to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only boy in that whacky family which gives bursting of life into the circle. WOO~&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i love my mama and mama loves me. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, i would hang out with other group, and in that other group, i am stuck with a guy named Jeremy... Thank you Adrianne. Alex is a happy gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one last group, which have all the boys in there, and i am being called sister by them =( They are one super funny gang which can make me farts with laughter all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek that fart producer and David the fart smeller. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall. This class rocks with full of Sheeps and Cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I miss the originator of twisty too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3100596081870079388?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3100596081870079388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3100596081870079388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3100596081870079388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3100596081870079388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/05/yikes.html' title='YIKES'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6257354213396729723</id><published>2008-05-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:26:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in TP</title><content type='html'>I am soo absorb and exhausted by the hectice life i have. My life seems simple with 3 easy steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than repeat step 1) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are meals intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, simple right? OMG. This is killing me. I wonder how long i would be able to survive with this, How long will i able to take the gigantic work load LRM had given me, how long am i responsible for my data entry work, and how long will i able to sleep is the most important question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comes to one word "TIRING"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-6257354213396729723?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6257354213396729723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6257354213396729723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6257354213396729723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6257354213396729723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-in-tp.html' title='Life in TP'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2913631957218036536</id><published>2008-04-26T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:32:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oriented</title><content type='html'>It's been one week since i attended TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, stepping into tp business school, into my class, i felt really lonely, 20 over unfamiliar faces crowding together. Especially during business orientation, Everyone was dancing and i had to stand there alone for a few seconds before i was invited. AHhhhH, i felt so damm world's apart from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as time passes, everyone started to mix around, and i get to know my whole class within one week. Heh, My class was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lasy day for the week, friday, that's the day i believe, we got really close. As there was an LRM Orientation? that was so unneccessary. But well, luckily such orientation was held! It really makes the class more whackier and motivated. i really pitied Xiao mei class =(. But her class won an award!! so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we played lame games such as Concentration or..... chucky chucky? &lt;--- Wtf is this game chucky chucky sia. Peng hann and david chuckied themself. Jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, behold of this powerful lame games, We actually enjoyed such games and laughed at our own childishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the LRM Orientation, The most climax part was i think, the blanket game? haha, idiot peng hann, causes our whole group to be drawn on the face! ARGHH, pimppes breakout sia!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the last part was going to the basketball court, and perspire like a Pig Soaked in Hot cucumber soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last last blast olast-lee-lee-lee ~~~~~~  CAM -HORSE-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419035894119954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK7GOQ4fhI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z5mxvcDI0mI/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This bloody ass drew on my mouth and painted my TEETH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419044484054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK7GuQ4fiI/AAAAAAAAASw/pU2n6EZMRqM/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I perspiring like a mad dog sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419061663923778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK7HuQ4fkI/AAAAAAAAATA/dxImhZMXVPs/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My so called "mum", ME, Pei Jun and Yuanni!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dun be deceived by looks, my mum actually very O*ahem* already =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419065958891090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK7H-Q4flI/AAAAAAAAATI/0Nk3c85Jp88/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David,Peng hann (that idiot), me and Adrian. haha! cute name "adrian"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421174787833442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK9CuQ4fmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jPoNxYFEfwA/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family potrait. Some were missing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421174787833458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK9CuQ4fnI/AAAAAAAAATY/bjdA-h6P-8c/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All HAIL to 1K07!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2913631957218036536?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2913631957218036536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2913631957218036536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2913631957218036536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2913631957218036536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/oriented.html' title='Oriented'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SBK7GOQ4fhI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z5mxvcDI0mI/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2576802030993861167</id><published>2008-04-21T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:38:02.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND</title><content type='html'>Wooo! the Band obtained a silver for thier SYF! Well done guys! Hooray to all the band members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a band, Juniors Overwhelming the seniors. They did a very wonderful performance during the day of competitions. And i was very amazed with how much effort they put in, with so many sec ones, and all of them continue to move forward without any hesistation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see them after they perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow reminds me when i was with the band marching in the field. Well, memories is all that left in me now.. Its in the past, Let proceed on to the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Usa, get a grip of urself!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2576802030993861167?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2576802030993861167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2576802030993861167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2576802030993861167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2576802030993861167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/band.html' title='BAND'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5327683693547464226</id><published>2008-04-06T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:27:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my life?</title><content type='html'>Phew, finally got over many things. I wanna be crazy again! wannabe wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Went out with Nikko after he came back from melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Heard his stories in melboune and i was extremely envious of his life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wan stay in a hostel too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wan to get crazy where nobody noes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wan FUN everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whatever whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna make lotsa botsa cocksa of FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. But well, it requires a huge sum of $$$$. Sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NIKKO changed so much, it seems he became.... ermmm.. Gayier. As in much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to nikko house with Wei Yuan, Jack, Xiao Mei, Daniel, yongshun and lastly me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reach his house, i and nikko went to buy 2 bottles of boogey, booty, donkey peeing kinda drink. Ooo~Long Tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And den we start to play a game that i introduced ( Thanks to nigel! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who lose must drink. And do some punishment. Well, Wei Yuan,the unlucky chick got punished almost every round. We just kept laughing non-stop. And Shun with his crazy lots of ideas. Blew us away to our laughing fairy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shun, i hope that u will still be as this gay as ever after 3 years or whatsoever!! You rox la sia. Gay bitch really suits u well! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikko another crazy godzilla... I cant stop laughing when i think of his retarded crooked face. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing up 2 bottle of OOooOO~sai tea. Went to catch a movie.. Semi-pro. Well, the movie not really nice. Lots of jokes that seems so common to me. Oh yeah, Met up with Sin yong and xiuli before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIN YONG U PSK!!! =P Nvm la, I understand =D Your lucky to have a great friend like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189538924995708354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SATyKCxuhcI/AAAAAAAAASg/ad8re-BoGss/s400/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay.. I dunno what i was doing. Xiao Mei Hallucinate me into doing it. Nikko pyschoed me too. X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189538035937478066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SATxWSxuhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rm3LKEHxl30/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189538023052576162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SATxVixuhaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/V9Y3NIBaeDo/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at gay nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really damm high being with them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5327683693547464226?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5327683693547464226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5327683693547464226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5327683693547464226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5327683693547464226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-my-life.html' title='What&apos;s my life?'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/SATyKCxuhcI/AAAAAAAAASg/ad8re-BoGss/s72-c/Image074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-8704559996913647512</id><published>2008-04-01T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:37:51.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling has nver bee better</title><content type='html'>WOOO, Went out with the gang for a cycling session!!&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it was not raining. Just like a normal cycling day, Rented the bike and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycled for more than half an hour and we decided to take a break near the mac. We park our bike in the middle of nowhere and...... Took some gay photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE CHILDISH AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185706376536054290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dUeXLo2hI/AAAAAAAAARw/qpQzhLZWSrE/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It look fun isn't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185706380831021602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dUenLo2iI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7Jolpvw6fy4/s400/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has always been my dream to sit on a pony ride! I know i have a sad childhood =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185706380831021618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dUenLo2jI/AAAAAAAAASA/NDHBRxDK86I/s400/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yong shun dream came true too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185706385125988930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dUe3Lo2kI/AAAAAAAAASI/18XcAA7-XzE/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wu yu's dream car!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to find xiao mei and eric after that to decide where to dine our dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-8704559996913647512?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8704559996913647512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=8704559996913647512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8704559996913647512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8704559996913647512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/cycling-has-nver-bee-better.html' title='Cycling has nver bee better'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dUeXLo2hI/AAAAAAAAARw/qpQzhLZWSrE/s72-c/Image051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-615509943287227552</id><published>2008-03-31T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:22:12.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee EWEWEWEWE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated birthday to Jennienienienie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sorry about the late wish:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Went with Jen,Alvin,Hong ling and Angeline on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jen, we didnt do anything much. But i swear, me and vin really intended to take u see those beautiful scenary. But well, i guess save it for you and ur loved one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jen just intro us a super dooper booper blooper pooper woderpoper AWESOME donut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-Choco. Wahh, i taste one bite and i couldn't stop myself from taking another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to suntec arcade, and played basketball? Oh my, jen aims better den me! Pro sia she.&lt;br /&gt;And than followed alvin to play his fanatic game of photo hunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some stages when the photos are out, sometime, Gals in bikini were being put up for photo hunting, and Alvin keep shouting :" concentrate on the boobs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185703481728096722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dR13Lo2dI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cXWEi7ejA70/s400/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185704362196392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dSpHLo2gI/AAAAAAAAARo/7QGGHLmBqhg/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185704229052406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dShXLo2fI/AAAAAAAAARg/Eji81vHZKE4/s400/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185704224757438946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dShHLo2eI/AAAAAAAAARY/wGWRMf5Xm50/s400/Image056.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/11538292-615509943287227552?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/615509943287227552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=615509943287227552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/615509943287227552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/615509943287227552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/wee-ewewewewe.html' title='Wee EWEWEWEWE'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R_dR13Lo2dI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cXWEi7ejA70/s72-c/Image068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5296420841315513136</id><published>2008-03-26T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:12:10.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I am so happppppppppy when i received TP letter which state that i have not passed up the medical form. This goes to shows that they had not withdraw me from the course! WOOOT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ah, i finally have a peace in my mind. this past few days, kept worrying about my admission to TP. If they really DO withdraw me, i wouldn't be able to live in singapore anymore.. I will have to go back to M'sia and lead a lonely life and than die a miserable death.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mayb i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, Oh yes, and thank god. I guess i had already get over it. Although some more time is still needed to fully recover. Heh! i am good in this. Been through alot of time.. At the end, i still live a wonderful life with so many incredible friends, although my circle of friends changes at certain period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am feeling gay. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5296420841315513136?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5296420841315513136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5296420841315513136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5296420841315513136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5296420841315513136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6305969068312059626</id><published>2008-03-20T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:06:06.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooot~ I am not alone</title><content type='html'>Alright, This week has been the worst moment in my life, and i did something which i had nvr done before for the past 16 years of my life. 17 to be exact including this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I was really down in the mood this past weeks. And during my most darkest moments, All my Friends were either busy or having an overseas trip. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo suay. hai.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, i was saved by 4 wonderful souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Xiao Mei, =) You are the best sis i ever had. Okay, although i am not a very good gor, but still, i am ur Gan Gor la hor. hahaha. Just what the hell am i saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, and also thank you la Usa and Jennie. Next time if you guys really have anything. I will be here man. Any problems or just feeling bored, can just come and find me okay! If not i will go find u anyway, So, Make urself free X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally. Thanks la Delick! Next time let swap the beer to fruit jucies haha! Beer is harmful towards body! make sure after that day, we drink lots of tonic to make up for the lost nutrients haha. Let move forward and disregard about the past now bro! Like how we promised each other! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, Me and Ah Boo was late for our Submission of Enrolment documents. We were so afraid that we went the Poly itself and submit the documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, Thanks eric and xiao mei for the warning, if they didnt tell me, i guess i gonna prolong till april den i submit the documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Ah boo went to explore the whole of TP. It was great! We walked from the other side of Tp and back to the another end again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, its still a campus full of mystery that is yet to be soExplored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confide with ah boo about out lifes too. Being so long since i have chatted with him sia. We used to be so close. But we are still close now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Ends the day with the Fuckaroo Alvin Neh Xuan Ngor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He have been a very very busy man and finally remembered an oldie brother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to his house although i was exhausted after drinking beer with Delick. Somehow, i manage to pull myself through with lots of jokes and laughters through the exhausting night, we chatted till it was almost dawn and finally, i was the one who fainted first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really TOOOOOOO tired la sia. But somehow, Heart-warming =) You sux to the core bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I love my colleague and my new friend i met in the company, they are a crazy bunch.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179529839902251458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R-Fi8nLo2cI/AAAAAAAAARI/IOadil7YELI/s400/IMG_2733.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/11538292-6305969068312059626?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6305969068312059626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6305969068312059626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6305969068312059626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6305969068312059626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/woooooot-i-am-not-alone.html' title='Woooooot~ I am not alone'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R-Fi8nLo2cI/AAAAAAAAARI/IOadil7YELI/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2075051143447905601</id><published>2008-03-10T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:35:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>Wow! Went Cycling with 4 of my best pals. And it been YEARS, i mean a few years. Since the 5 of us with the addition of Xiao mei, Have hanged out together. Really A long time i hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. In the morning, i woke up and Drag myself awake to meet usa at CLEMENTI to accomapny her for her FIRST EVER interview. And yeah, When i asked usa the content of the interview, Eg. What will u be working as? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me "I dunno anything" WOW. WONDERFOOOL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. Usa told me that she knew where the interchange is and so, i trusted her and allow her to lead the way. WEll.. it seems i have trusted the wrong people again.. my Judgement is that bad sia.. Right usa? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manage to reach the interchange and took a townlink bus and we alighted in some ulu area. Reach her interview place and i swear, OMG, if i ever create my own company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WAN THAT KIND OF OFFICE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO COSY. I think its even more cosy den my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for usa for not even a mere seconds, She just went in the interview and the next min she's out. Wow, the fastest interview i ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i wanted to buy some clothes and usa accomapny me and we hang around clementi. Bought a few things and off we take the MRT back to Bedok to meet with the gang. Usa is just like my "ahem" sia. Asking me to do this and do that first before i buy. haha. Thank you la ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached bedok and it was raining, it was kinda drizzling, so we decided to go cycling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same thing happen, they cant decide whether to go cycling or bowling. I was fed up and immediately told them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let just go cycling la!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, have to make decision for them everytime, if not... We will be wasting many hours in Bedok. Usa went back after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached east coast, and.. IT RAINED HEAVILY. Wah dammmmm suay.. Everyone start to say " Who was the one that say come cycling de ah? " And than all gave me a quick glare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOB... MY FAULT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well, what to do right? We have reached East Coast anyway. And soo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us be ROMANTIC! And cycle under the rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Rented 6 Bicycles and we cycle around ECP. WHOA shiok. It was really SHIOK to cycle under the rain. And the whole lane is OURS. We rule man. We jsut scream and shout at each other as we are cycling. HEY! Yong shun is getting better in cycling, at least he knows when to apply the breaks =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were drenched and it was still raining quite heavy while we were cycling. I took out my umbrella and cycle while holding the umbrella. Eric says I look like a maiden. I immediately Keep my umbrella in my bag after hearing that. Omg, i must be looking very very gay. Even Xiao Mei agree with his Boyfriend. YIKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. We cycled to bedok jetty and Took some photos! WOOT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602959613204962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9qKdavBmeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Crf0Zp1gyyA/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OKAY. I look very retarded in here. I really look scary sia. Yong shun Mouth is damm wide sia omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602972498106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9qKeKvBmfI/AAAAAAAAARA/5lSisCihJnY/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah! Yong Shun love torturing himself.. haiz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602955318237650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9qKdKvBmdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vIrmQd_WlS4/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Finally, The MAIN 5? ALRIGHT, FINE, I AM NOT IN THE MAIN 5. &gt;,&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric got eye problems. Wanna go check up someday? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will we hang out again? humm................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2075051143447905601?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2075051143447905601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2075051143447905601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2075051143447905601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2075051143447905601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9qKdavBmeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Crf0Zp1gyyA/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3189530696182008702</id><published>2008-03-03T12:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:45:39.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! Went out with the 2 crazy dudes again. Met up with Alvin and Jen at city hall MRT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad la usa, cannot make it. she missed out lots of fun. Too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we hanged around suntec and decided to have our lunch at Cavana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now den realise ALVIN that gay bitch HATED toufu to the core. Sorry, my bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, I wanted to shop for clothes, we roam around the whole city hall and nothing seems to catches my attention, Jen was hoping to find her 'magic' slippers but well, couldn't find it as well. Alvin was entertaining himself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, decided to take a break at Starbucks. Met wan ying there. She went to SP Resort and facilities mangement sia! which i am posted to! sad sia. now she is alone in that course le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.just like old times, we chatted and snored there like some monkeys creating heavoc. Whenever we hang out with Alvin. Photos will never be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176153425330674082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9VkHavBmaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NWZe5orot5o/s400/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are RED. ALVIN IS GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176153987971389874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9VkoKvBmbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4fJ3nFdhDJE/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; YAY &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176154391698315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9Vk_qvBmcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ttpl4gG8-7U/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The A.J.A once again.. WEEE~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with azri later. He is damm late. And that for sure. A wasted trip for him as we decided to go east coast and have a bite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yehh.. Walked home with Alvin and Azri. The TRIPLE As.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damm tiring after i reach alvin house.. Immediately feel asleep. wooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a GREAT day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3189530696182008702?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3189530696182008702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3189530696182008702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3189530696182008702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3189530696182008702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/aja.html' title='AJA'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R9VkHavBmaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NWZe5orot5o/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5735043104023636639</id><published>2008-02-27T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:18:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura, Sakura, Sakura!</title><content type='html'>Today was another tiring day. Went to work in the morning and i felt a sudden surge of exahaustion. This unusual feeling drives me to take a break during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEEDA GET A BREATHER ON THE OUTSIDE WORLD MAN. AHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! i somehow manage to masquerade as someone that is one step towards depression and my supervisor gave in to me.. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i step out of the company, I burst with energy and ran all the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, reached home around 5pm, Jennie called to invite me to Marina bay for dinner. At first, i got other plans, but well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed and took a quick bathe, wore something nice and flown out of the house as soon as i got my keys and handphones. I was still at home and the 2 of them had already reached Marina Bay, I felt so guilty! I even ran and catch up to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the station and realised that area was totally empty except for the 2 souls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, surprised that they are not angry with me for being so late, Thanks la Jen and Usa, next time i will come even later than this, so that i will be able to experience the real anger from u guys. Haha.. Warning first, dun call me out next time =P Jking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, the bus driver told us that The restaurants were under renovation. oh well, Jen and Usa was damm pissed, since they are sooooooo hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to go Sakura. Oh my god, wise choice, although it cost us a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, Tampines Safra Sakura CANNOT compare to Orchard Sakura. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single food was really wonderful to the core. And yeah! I REALLY love the oyster there, omg sia, Thanks to Usa la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. JEN, can u stop ur fried food before WE fried you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nienie! must really open up urself la please. Must have the courage to try "New Things" not only in terms of food. But, in terms of... *Ahem, u noe what i mean ;) Mayb after opening up urself, you would find world MORE colourful den USA. HAHA. Sorry, no offense =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, usa, you are dam colourful to Jen la. No wonder you 2 stick together like bees hunting for nectar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here comes... I just realised, Pictures cannot be missed out in every Wonderful outings i went!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, the 2 Cuties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173942702812982818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82JeblkbiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FwcqI3S8RMs/s400/Image00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The LOVELY USA!! Omg, I love this picture man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173942745762655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82Jg7lkbmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9sM-zWKS90g/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the cutie pie Nienie/.! Did i just said something wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173942707107950130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82JerlkbjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-6kjCaBPeCA/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG, Now you guys know why i am sooooo Awkward being with the 2 of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173942728582786626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82Jf7lkbkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EGF0agu13wc/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DrewNie. Errrr?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173942737172721234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82JgblkblI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CBFXHJvzS1o/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH SA PTE LTD.Is it so hard to smile taking a picture with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To June: Hey June! Sorry that i had just received this letter from Jen and usa during our trips. Well, blame me for not hanging out with jen and Usa this few months. Anyway, i am really surprised and touched to have that letter written by u! haha. Starting school already right, on Feb4, All the best alright? And hope u meet lots of USAs And JENNIEs And ANDREWs and YONGSHUNS whatsoever there. hahaha. Now i finally understand what day-light savings mean, cleared alot of doubts in my handphones as my time setting stated a function called "daylight saving". Once u arrived Singapore, Dun ever forget to call us out man! You Will never ever be forgotten ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, hope u get this message =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ermm, random&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173945490246758002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82MArlkbnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cxBJfkvrxE4/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173945503131659906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82MBblkboI/AAAAAAAAAPE/r88RnetJxaE/s400/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173945507426627218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82MBrlkbpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xuusUdRHI54/s400/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They are the Cutest Aunties i ever met in my life. Are you a cute auntie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5735043104023636639?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5735043104023636639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5735043104023636639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5735043104023636639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5735043104023636639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/sakura-sakura-sakura.html' title='Sakura, Sakura, Sakura!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R82JeblkbiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FwcqI3S8RMs/s72-c/Image00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5347191311123345357</id><published>2008-02-25T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:36:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>Well, Went out to eat at Sakura at Tampines Safra with Jennie, Usa, Zhi ying, eric, sin yong, daniel, chong ming, wu yu and Yong Shun. Met up with them around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! it was my first time going to sakura, all of us chiong the salmon first haha. It was really worth it la. Sakura buffet was the best man! Was really damm full after gobbling up so much sushi. But still, i managed to stuffed myself every little food sakura had provided. I even had Unagi! WOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jennie! She really love cheese hotdogs like mad. I eat till i am so sick of it and she can still continue as if she had just started eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really fun time with them, Especially daniel, Who makes fun of usa. Whenever i think of it every now and then, i couldn't stop giggling. Usa must be really Frustrated. The whole table roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sorry Xiao mei and Jen, i didn't knew i was emo-ing? Seriously, i didn't know i was showing a sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao mei keep asking me "Eh gor, you okay mah?" And that cheesy Jen said "Andrew, you okay mah? Your face look very pale and sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absoulutely alright! And thank you. And sorry i didn't knew my expression was that sad. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the lunch, Usa and Shun suddenly said they going to play bowling. And Off they go. I was thinking "Eh? why usa Pang Sei Jen?" as Jennie was sitting alone there sia. so poor thing. haha. Invited jen to sit with us and chatted together, of course, with laughter. Sin yong daniel and wu yu was still putting lots of rubbish into their mouth, Eric and Chong ming was having a Pudding competition.. The one who eat most pudding is the winner, and the loser have to forfeit by singing happy birthday to me all by himself. I was -_-.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! Eric ate the most pudding ! The pudding sucker eric chang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Usa and shun came back, they bought me a cake. Another Surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you la Usa And Yong Shun, they actually from safra took taxi to tamp mall and den back to safra again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here comes the birthday song. Chong ming was Exceptionally shy. And i am even more awkward with one person singing? in the end, i just say "Aiyah, just sing together la!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the end all sing together,hahaha. The pudding competition was all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis was my first time making a birthday wish. I swear this is really the first time for the past 16 years, i sincerly closed my eyes and made a wish. Mayb after all the set backs i had encountered? Well, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170784813222825378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JRZEIhjaI/AAAAAAAAANs/0jB5dEEnv00/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric, when are you going to grow up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170784817517792690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JRZUIhjbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eMbWjfwFexc/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dam, this photo is blurrish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170784817517792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JRZUIhjcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ulBJeap680Q/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just what the hell was i thinking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170784821812760034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JRZkIhjeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r4u703Tl45w/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE this photo man! Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and thank you Xiu Li for the present =) And thank you Everybody who had dined with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5347191311123345357?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5347191311123345357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5347191311123345357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5347191311123345357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5347191311123345357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JRZEIhjaI/AAAAAAAAANs/0jB5dEEnv00/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7500758049114175113</id><published>2008-02-17T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:53:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise.</title><content type='html'>Sometime, unexpected events occured and really makes u down in the mood. To make matter worst, My birthday was coming together with the twist of events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Went out with Xiao Mei to help her choose which clothes to buy for eric, Since eric and me almost had the same taste. Yucks, i felt like i had just degraded myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, met up with xiao mei around 2pm, and she was doing the survey which i had did a few days ago. Oh ya, Sorry to the people that i had Sabo? But i truly was just wanting to help that Elder! Everyone called up to me and gave me a ditch. Eyeer, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to orchard with her and check up on eric. Wow, eric's attire was really.... nice? Gayed around with him at his workplace for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and xiao mei settle down at some Refreshment shop and ordered drinks to quench our thirst. Seriously, i had a really really really Good time with her. We Chatted for almost 2 hours there, catching up with each other and confiding our problems. Shock to realised how her life has been. Oh well, No time for regrets, had to move forward! I am sure she is shocked to hear mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we realised we had occupied that seats for more than 2 hours and realised we haven shop for eric's present yet. We rushed to one of the orchard shopping malls, Ah damm, i keep forgetting the names of those shopping malls in orchard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went 77th street and i suggested one shirt that i really like, for eric. Xiao mei keep asking me to try it on to see if it fits. Oh well, lucky eric is not fat =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! it fits me perfectly! Yeah, so xiao mei bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are walking out of the shop, She suddenly told me that the Shirt was actually for me as a birthday present! haha, i was really surprised, really really shocked. Was really really touched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Thank you la xiao mei and eric for the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to buy eric's present after that. And while we was going back to look for eric, my slippers front came off.... Wah hell, i have to walk as if i am crippled at orchard with so many people. It was really damm embarrasing.. Managed to grab one slipper which cost less than 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with the sweet couple. I just realised that i love being a light bulb.............&lt;br /&gt;After sending xiao mei off, me and eric went to have dinner, And, again, I told him everything. And he too, confided with me with all his problems. We chatted and catch up our life. It was really wonderful to unbottled up all my feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really really wonderful powderful extrordinary day with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7500758049114175113?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7500758049114175113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7500758049114175113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7500758049114175113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7500758049114175113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/surprise.html' title='Surprise.'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2438109496153793416</id><published>2008-02-13T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:20:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year~</title><content type='html'>Its Chinese New Year! And this year, i celebrated it with one of my colleague and his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well, at first, i was the one who bring them to esplanade and acted somehow like a tour guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, They are the ones who brings me around, oh man, i just realise that although i had stayed in singapore for so many light years, My sense of direction in singapore was ... In a mess.. And furthermore, they came from sarawak. Somehow, they know the attractions better den me. AHHH~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, whatever, had a really wonderful time with them. I must really admit, i am seriously a pure Mountain Tortoise. No one can beats me to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170766194539597154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JAdUIhjWI/AAAAAAAAANM/vREhBkHjfbU/s400/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We reached there in the nick of time and managed to catch the fireworks display. I think the best fireworks i ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170766198834564466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JAdkIhjXI/AAAAAAAAANU/hwBEKEzfF8g/s400/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ermmm, The Beauty and the.... BEAST? HAHA. Sorry Timmy =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170766203129531794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JAd0IhjZI/AAAAAAAAANk/9I4rab6ybac/s400/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay i am taller den Mei Juan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170766203129531778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JAd0IhjYI/AAAAAAAAANc/0DAFSBifsIE/s400/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gay beast, Trying his luck at the wishing well. Game Over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2438109496153793416?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2438109496153793416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2438109496153793416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2438109496153793416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2438109496153793416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year~'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R8JAdUIhjWI/AAAAAAAAANM/vREhBkHjfbU/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7223624888446839969</id><published>2008-02-06T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:19:22.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The union Siblings</title><content type='html'>Whoa! How long since i last updated this web? omg.. my life have been slogged away due to the exhausting long-hours of sitting in front of a computer, straining my ears, listening to People singing.. Hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY as well, occupied by works.. AHHHHHH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i met an really incredible guy. Up till now, i am still doubtful of his identity, everything he said to me seems to be an illusion. Still, i learned a lot of stuffs from him. Hope tomorrow will be able to see some realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, although my life is filled with works, However, i still have reunion with 2 of my damm close friends, So close to the extent that we imagined we were siblings in our past life. Okay, that is childish, and it was in secondary 1 that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 Nitwits are, Chong Boo Keong and Genevieve Tay! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to visit my house during one of the sundays' and.. we have a bloody great time. omg, seriously, just like the old days. We chatted, play poker cards and gayed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes.. We Cam-whored OMG.. All the pics we took too gay le la.. This time, i really must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163537212130553938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iRvKGNcFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/otbDN5V2Xfg/s400/DSC02330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brother or gay partner? up to u to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163537216425521250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iRvaGNcGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/j7Gy-BI8nRM/s400/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hi-5!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163538706779173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iTGKGNcKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zh6yZfKE7cQ/s400/DSC02332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh yeah~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163537267965128834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iRyaGNcII/AAAAAAAAAMk/ujDhEYmu0Ew/s400/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gay for life! &lt;---- Quoted By Chelsea Sng Kai kai. credit to her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163537272260096146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iRyqGNcJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KPSqly2Fryc/s400/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once a GAY always a GAY! &lt;---- Thank you chelsea.. Sounds like Tahir's trademark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163537259375194226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iRx6GNcHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dxZznQ2dnn8/s400/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Look exactly like siblings right? Hell yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163539570067599538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iT4aGNcLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_D1evpFELa8/s400/DSC02333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. this is really zi lian sia.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey ah boo, gen! let go out together again sometime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And never forget my workplace aunty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163546759842853058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iaa6GNcMI/AAAAAAAAANE/QFC23gB5Zbc/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Linda. Best auntie ever la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7223624888446839969?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7223624888446839969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7223624888446839969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7223624888446839969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7223624888446839969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/union-siblings.html' title='The union Siblings'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R6iRvKGNcFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/otbDN5V2Xfg/s72-c/DSC02330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3586876991526145464</id><published>2008-01-18T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:02:34.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>My life.. is FULL OF WORKS. and money?&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Wednesday and Friday, 3.30pm to 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, 10am to 8.30pm &lt;-- OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i met a great pal in my workplace, it was a SHOCK to me when i know his identity. OMG. And i am able to meet such a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ever do up till now is.. WORK WORK WORK. aww man.. I dun even have the time to go out after i start to work full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. My whole Chinese New Year is OCCUPIED with works. OMG... New year eve have to work from 9am to 7pm.. WTF sia. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. A start of a new year, The beginning of all terror. i cant imagine the kind of life i am going to lead this year.. AHHHHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The release of O level results... Every night i think of this, i think of a dull future ahead of me.. NOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3586876991526145464?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3586876991526145464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3586876991526145464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3586876991526145464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3586876991526145464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/work.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7217580290487190820</id><published>2008-01-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:51:33.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><content type='html'>Woo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year went out with my Friends. They are a damm gay lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to watch fire works with Yong Shun, Xiu Li, Chong Ming, Eric, ZhiYing, Jack, Joy, Nicola, Daniel, Delick, Sin Yong, Genevieve, Wu Yu and Boo Keong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end? What the &amp;amp;*@#&amp;amp;*#^*#. I only watch with Yong Shun, Xiu Li and Boo Keong. Wah piang, damm disappointed, but still enjoyed myself alot. Keep laughing everywhere we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the band peeps too. They are another damm high group of people, especially Amirul and Sharifah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another gay moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003187398691890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-XmjqUTDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0S8sqETG43E/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Gang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003174513789938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-XlzqUS_I/AAAAAAAAALc/IIWMmP1jwGo/s400/01012008849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Backside..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003178808757250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-XmDqUTAI/AAAAAAAAALk/C8gAvFpNgKs/s400/01012008850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You Hoo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003178808757266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-XmDqUTBI/AAAAAAAAALs/andPdXzNl24/s400/01012008851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG, my cheeky eyes. WTH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152004978400054338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-ZOzqUTEI/AAAAAAAAAME/GzFeHp-NbRA/s400/01012008852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mature peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003183103724578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-XmTqUTCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/E3_54uSDKw0/s400/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And finally.. My best buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7217580290487190820?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7217580290487190820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7217580290487190820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7217580290487190820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7217580290487190820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New year'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-XmjqUTDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0S8sqETG43E/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6310767441379063414</id><published>2007-12-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:29:35.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.O.D-E.D</title><content type='html'>Went for the band R.O.D and i was late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the videos were played, flashbacks were projected clearly in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times i have gone through in band.... Everything, was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kind of friends that i have encountered, was far more than wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151997389192842146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-SVDqUS6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/9mhPnHanRGk/s400/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you afraid? We are.. Berrytonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151997397782776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-SVjqUS9I/AAAAAAAAALM/prsz3T8O850/s400/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Combined forces of Baritones. Best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151997393487809458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-SVTqUS7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/kMmqX-CXc5o/s400/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Clar`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151997384897874834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-SUzqUS5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Al7RY5sTf_A/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah smiled like an.. ... *Ahem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151997393487809474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-SVTqUS8I/AAAAAAAAALE/HL9nFmIKRis/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151998969740807138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-TxDqUS-I/AAAAAAAAALU/UbPcViXFBEY/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proud to be inside here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-6310767441379063414?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6310767441379063414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6310767441379063414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6310767441379063414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6310767441379063414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/rod-ed.html' title='R.O.D-E.D'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R3-SVDqUS6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/9mhPnHanRGk/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7877501424510066218</id><published>2007-12-25T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:10:07.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Ohh.. its Christmas again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated this year christmas with 2 crazy dudes. TAN YONG SHUN, if u ever stumble onto this, Please take note of what i am going to write. "YOU PSK. PSK PSK PSK PSK PSK" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow Ranger, Sin Yong! followed by the Curry Puff girl Xiu Li! Got a damm gay night on christmas eve with them. Although not the gayest, however, its gayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time we could not decide to go either Marina Bay, Orchad and East coast. In short, M.O.E. Okay that lame.. Somehow when i mentioned about this MOE, they were laughing like pig snoring at the public.. haiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? OMG.. we played poker cards throughout the whole MIDNIGHT till DAWN. Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were having stomach cramps all the way while we are playing. Well, whose the one capable of mustering the kind of energy needed to make them laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aawc has once, Owned again. ARGHH, i forgot to take photo. Gay sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today.. I have been CHEATED..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7877501424510066218?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7877501424510066218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7877501424510066218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7877501424510066218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7877501424510066218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7173325404113183912</id><published>2007-12-22T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:24:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to genting</title><content type='html'>The trip to genting was wonderful! Among journey i had experienced through, This trip was the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, felt sad for Tahir about the trip, with all the suspense and events he gone through, haha. So, tahir, how does it smell? BEST RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146647921526328194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R2yRBDqUS4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8dN7-lnvf4Y/s400/Hirta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aww.. Dun sad la tahir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146647917231360882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R2yRAzqUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6ZtmZ2PkzVs/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is the only pic i have in genting sia. Sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7173325404113183912?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7173325404113183912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7173325404113183912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7173325404113183912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7173325404113183912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-to-genting.html' title='A trip to genting'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R2yRBDqUS4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8dN7-lnvf4Y/s72-c/Hirta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-9064945518457715392</id><published>2007-12-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:24:42.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet chalet</title><content type='html'>Been busy the whole November. Even after the grand exam, i thought i could take a Kit-Kat and have a break. But the outings have been all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Elise off to hong kong. Bye elise! study hard there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sry to eric as i could not make it to his Chalet. But hey! the last day i accompanied him till we checked out okay! Omg sia.. he damm gay please.. Tried to rape me countless of time, but of cause la, i raped him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that rubbish. Chat through the whole night. Shiok la sia. Eric the gay rigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence that captured us gaying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140873334101239346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gND1Jh5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mxGBPlkMdck/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I OWNED him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140873334101239362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gND1Jh5kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PvEx6KRZ3ZQ/s400/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves me! OMG MY FACE WTF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140873338396206674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gNEFJh5lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6Ady1_3ZCOg/s400/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am still taller =D. Gor and Mei!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140873338396206690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gNEFJh5mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uIiNvbABXmM/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140873346986141298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gNElJh5nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ek1Ke-VH71U/s400/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 3 little pigs.. With one pig that glows VERY BRIGHTLY there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh yeah. Working in a company now, which i have to take orders from customer through telephones, send messages to the driver and etc.. The job shiok is shiok but boring is hell boring.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The aunties there was wonderful. Best la, All of them damm good la sia and also damm hilarious. There was one time when i speak to a customer in hokkien.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eh... Hello? Buay gas eh ah?". Means 'buy gas de ah.' - Aunty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reply "eh.. Tio! Buay gas eh". - me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"okay ah,Asai Buay to Kong gao luk sa, di puay lao. ka men hor, HA KIN AH." - aunty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"uh.. ermm.. Asai! Asai! Bo mia bo mia. Very jin Kin eh. Wont zhao lor eh." - me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wth.. the aunties there all laugh like crazy sia.. I really need to learn how to speak hokkien fluently!!! AHHH !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dun ask me what i talking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140879875336431234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gTAlJh5oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/e2Cl2GOODnc/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-9064945518457715392?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9064945518457715392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=9064945518457715392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/9064945518457715392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/9064945518457715392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/chalet-chalet.html' title='Chalet chalet'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/R1gND1Jh5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mxGBPlkMdck/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4263904435541125512</id><published>2007-11-23T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:19:33.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred</title><content type='html'>I cant believe it. You cant believe it too.&lt;br /&gt;An Apparent good day became a pissed off day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day comes to an end, i realised hatred is overpowering me. And i also realise just how far am i away from the doorstep.. I am not even near. It was all mere illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the Walls, not even a quarrel, but something so trivial, i became so irritated, so du lan.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i was able to suppress my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly, i learned something. Mostly, i began to hate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP - No problem   &lt;----- Remember it for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. this post is totally rubbish. Nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4263904435541125512?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4263904435541125512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4263904435541125512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4263904435541125512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4263904435541125512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/hatred.html' title='hatred'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6689180364069899284</id><published>2007-11-17T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:26:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Graduation</title><content type='html'>4 years of secondary education has comes to an end. Well, ITE! Its The End.&lt;br /&gt;Met lots of best buddies i ever had in this journey of 4 years hell of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133498557158521698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3ZvUJp-2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/_AZOdT73KQU/s400/eric%27s+birthday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK la, Yong shun, dun say i bad. I appoint you as the PINK Ranger! Since u keep begging me to, and its the last year together as MAIN FIVE. so ya, Pink is defintely available for u!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;S.A.D.E.Y &lt;------ No link. Sin.And.Dan.Eri.Yon &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133499613720476530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3as0Jp-3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/uEE5wix6ylw/s400/13102007200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The A.J.A again. Alv.Jen.And. Ninja Turtles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also. A.B.C. And.Boo.Che &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133501207153343362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3cJkJp-4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/bVA4M4fgL7M/s400/Majors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WOOOT! this photo is my Fav. HEY TAHIR XTRA! too bad i dun have a photo of T.Y.A.B.C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chelsea hurry send me the appropirate photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also. one more group. Aqi.Tah.And!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133502079031704466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3c8UJp-5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZXDmutJWH8w/s400/Foreva2gether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMG. This pic is soo damm......... Disfigured. AHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna know what is Yong Shun Trade Mark Finisher? Alright, let spill the beans of his 4 years of undisclosed secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133503071169149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3d2EJp-6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/w0O9-Y71FJ0/s400/Boo%26soon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH~! Ah boo, you alright? Be wary of YONG SHUN the next time you see him in the streets! If you dun wan this to happen to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! The buddies i met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133503822788426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3eh0Jp-7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/WMxVAmeP9fA/s400/13102007204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AA. Aldrew. GAY ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133505575135083458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3gH0Jp-8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MX5xvq9LrkI/s400/610475498l.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are trying to be Good Singaporean. But, 2 Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133524704919420146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3xhUJp_PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QFolDAz5iC4/s400/IM000886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mr Yap!! You look DAMM GAY i tell u. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133506176430504914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3gq0Jp-9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/vukkHq6aIbQ/s400/543940310m.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; The Long lost brothers. Still remember? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133835012011588882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz8LvkJp_RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4D4WLLBSa3g/s400/national+day+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Same line to Eric Chang. WHOSE SMILE IS GAYIER?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133507546525072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3h6kJp--I/AAAAAAAAAG8/f4UlyghQDmw/s400/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chelsea! Ur not forgotten! Okay. i look gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133509208677415938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3jbUJp_AI/AAAAAAAAAHM/B0ZOSxpkNL8/s400/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See ya usa. Farewell. Wish you all the best in everything u do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133509243037154322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3jdUJp_BI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eXRrLVQ3joo/s400/Image430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If u guys got chance again. Play more with xiu li's hair. Its really smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133509333231467570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3jikJp_DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WiEWnUp06rg/s400/Photo-0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best Bros too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134046418891832610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz_MBEJp_SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sx7zZYt8Loc/s400/P1000395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133509316051598370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3jhkJp_CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/umedzgB81XE/s400/grad+nite+235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jennie.. Your eyes BIG SIA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133835007716621570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz8LvUJp_QI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w5r06ltbT0E/s400/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. I humiliate myself for just this once.. I Love SHUN WOOT~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134046427481767218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz_MBkJp_TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/urCaFWQVlBY/s400/P1000398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like couple right?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133509341821402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3jjEJp_EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SyBmLtjz0TY/s400/Photo-0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I AM STILL TALLER DEN JEFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133512228039425138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3mLEJp_HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BkK8bB0XMeM/s400/grad+nite+233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;June looks like some kind of Ang Moh. No offense! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133512232334392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3mLUJp_II/AAAAAAAAAIM/JI9-b8ogW1o/s400/grad+nite+234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yong Shun. COME ON. Gimme ur BEST shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133512150730013778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3mGkJp_FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wJ8CfqHW_IY/s400/Image470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Piah Wee! You are NOTICED! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133512172204850274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3mH0Jp_GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oE_26m4LFhE/s400/Photo-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Boo Asy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133508122050690034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3icEJp-_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/SugItyvIKWQ/s400/Image439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WOOOT. Friendssss Forever man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133516896668875970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3qa0Jp_MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/smzEeOqwKBE/s400/g+(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Bye Mrs Woooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133517613928414418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3rEkJp_NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/afJ5ZBR7XSU/s400/grad+nite+262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where is Miss Pow?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133521238880812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3uXkJp_OI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zxW40kh70lM/s400/CCF11162007_00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dare To be Different?! 402.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ITE. And now, a new beginning of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the best to the buds out there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-6689180364069899284?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6689180364069899284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6689180364069899284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6689180364069899284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6689180364069899284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-graduation.html' title='Great Graduation'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rz3ZvUJp-2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/_AZOdT73KQU/s72-c/eric%27s+birthday+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-24670904507095141</id><published>2007-11-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:38:04.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outings</title><content type='html'>7 November 2007, THE day when we can see true colours in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to pizza hut with buds. Of cause.. this post abit late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt remember much what happen in the morning, all i remember was being with Jennie, Usa and June in the bus, going to siglap Pizza Hut. So, Ermmm.. Gayed around in the bus. The mood was shiok as i keep doing stupid things with the 3 of them. Examples, pouncing on Jen, Act Ah beng with Usa, and asking June to do this do that =P. The three of them just laughed all the way in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at somewhere in the jungle and instead, took a taxi to siglap.. For laughing out loud eh? And usa mood seems so PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and.. Of course eat pizza la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the damm-not-delicious pizza. Me, sin yong, yong shun and chong ming walked to interchange back. And well, the topic was on.. ermm.. Weeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gay truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131973251146454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rzhue0dkFoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IXhEUUL0F1o/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131973259736389266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhufUdkFpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VTlilPrEpkc/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131973298391094946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhuhkdkFqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hmet1_ZDyms/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Omg.. i look so ah beng in all this 3 pics..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974092960044722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhvP0dkFrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/REWjR3AasRQ/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Barney and his friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974127319783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhvR0dkFsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FRbqjjWxnxo/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jennie! its not what u think.. i am not looking at.. *ahem. I Swear! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974131614750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhvSEdkFtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iUdAL0k_2V0/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usa: " AHHHHhhHH~! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974140204685026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhvSkdkFuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j-LwZOYxAkk/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yong shun love it. And Sin Yong Enjoy it. " Ahhh.. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974144499652338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RzhvS0dkFvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qJNnV7GG9wg/s400/outings+on+7.11.07+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends Forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad never took pics with Eric, Zhi Ying , nicodemus and Jack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-24670904507095141?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/24670904507095141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=24670904507095141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/24670904507095141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/24670904507095141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/outings.html' title='Outings'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rzhue0dkFoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IXhEUUL0F1o/s72-c/outings+on+7.11.07+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3300337128934892567</id><published>2007-11-10T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:11:01.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Os; End of 10 years Education</title><content type='html'>O level? What is O level? hummm? Never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Even after this O level? i had so many things i need to do. I thought that during exams, I would be very very busy. But, after the O level? My schedule got even tighter, just like a tug-o-war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems that i have a neverending desire. At first when i start work as an ice-cream man. All i thought of is only clothes. But after the eek!-vil $$$ got into my hands. I lust for even more than just clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:-FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!@%#^@%$"&gt;-FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!@%#^@%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DONUTS &lt;a href="mailto:!#@@$"&gt;!#@@$&lt;/a&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:-SUSHI!!#@#@978"&gt;-SUSHI!!#@#@978&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PSP&lt;br /&gt;-Shoes&lt;br /&gt;-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;-Pants&lt;br /&gt;-socks&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the least i wan to fork out money for is........ DEBTS... SCHOOL.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days have been working with Xiu Li, I really must admit, Xiu Li taught me ALOT of things. Although this job may seems very insignificant, but the process i went through and the experience i obtain was really... One word. " SHIOK!! ". Serious, Whooping shiok. For me bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one time when i was working, i came upon a girl who is only 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;At first, shocked to hear that her name was Wang Xin Ling. But actually is not Ling.. is Li! Wang Xin Li! She kept begging her dad to buy from me together with her baby brother issac, if that is how to spell his name. Damm cute sia they 2, buay tahan. should have took a photo with them first before i leave. DAMM! Oh ya, she can become sisters with Xiu Li. With all the Lis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, Sin yong: "Alkali!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also one time when a kid was naked, running around the house begging his parents to buy ice-cream for him. Another DAMM funny scenerio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary job, temporary money, temporary lustness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-3300337128934892567?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3300337128934892567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3300337128934892567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3300337128934892567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3300337128934892567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-os-end-of-10-years-education.html' title='The end of Os; End of 10 years Education'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-9136715872218349398</id><published>2007-11-02T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:04:00.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination</title><content type='html'>For the first time, i finally felt the real meaning of "Examination".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 years, since sec 1. The surroundings where exams  were conducted, were  usually chaotic, almost unstoppable. When we do our papers, we can use the help lines. Telephone help, Ask the audience and 50:50. Sounds like Who Wants to be a millionaire huh? Just that the difference is that we have unlimited uses for this 3 options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we stumbled onto a difficult question, we could easily consult help from either left,right or behind. Handphones are also available in our pockets. Of course, to the extent that the teacher were off guard or dozing off in thier slumpy chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days. I was able to feel the power of helplessness. And also, i was finally able to concentrate on a paper, full of neh neh languages, for whole 1 hour or 2 hours, without external disturbance, without the help of Audiences and telephones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was magnificient i tell u. The power of independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-9136715872218349398?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9136715872218349398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=9136715872218349398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/9136715872218349398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/9136715872218349398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/examination.html' title='Examination'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4478454443742311320</id><published>2007-10-18T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:12:24.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study meh?</title><content type='html'>Practical is over! No more hands on exams anymore. All written papers.. Papers with Neh neh languages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practical, went to study with Sin yong, Xiu li, Wei Xun and Wu Yu. I cant imagine Wu yu changed so much sia! He became so humourous what the hell. Wu yu and wei xun the joker, together with aawc, OWNAGE sia.. Really owned the mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were studying half way when i got really bored. I decided to tell some lame stuff like what i always did. I told them the story of Arther, an ex-ping yian sec 404, and his arm-pit hair. Soon, wu yu continued my joke that send us all wanting to bang on the wall Crazy sia wu yu, i really wonder how he think up of something so Disgusting and funny. With Wei Xun, we were practically roaring inside the mac. Didnt noe wei xun so damm funny de also.. sec 403 peeps can really show thier potential sia. Buay tahan, especially Xiu li, she laughed until faint while Sin yong mouth was experiencing a hellish ache. I was just banging the table. People eyes were staring at us and we dun even give a dam about it. It was too funny. After that, we were really unable to study as we keep giggling on the lame stuffs we had just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Arther.. The is the Funniest study i ever had beside studying with Alvin. Guess this will be the last time able to have a chance to sit down on some whacky table, study and joke together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best la Wu yu and Wei Xun, and the contributions of Xiu Li's laughter with Sin Yong's aches, Made the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4478454443742311320?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4478454443742311320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4478454443742311320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4478454443742311320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4478454443742311320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/study-meh.html' title='Study meh?'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5273626020691111696</id><published>2007-10-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:34:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter creates joy</title><content type='html'>Another blasting hot saturday. Laughters can create wonders, and is highly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently hooked up by a romance drama. Holy Bubba.. i cant believe i am actually watching such dramas.. I guess that what happens when you are hooked to an actress, I am so hooked on to Matsushima Nanako, Cutest and the most innocence actress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Alvin's house at about 1.15pm. That Alvin, joker for life! Met up with Jen and off we go to the airport, although we aruged on where to go study just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really a long time since i laughed till my guts out! While we study from 3pm all the way to 7pm, we decided to tell one another cold jokes. Alvin that bustart, made us laugh like a crazy gorilla.. When it was my turn to share the cold jokes, instead of laughing at my jokes, I was laughing at Alvin's answer to my jokes. BEST LA ALVIN, JOKER FOR LIFE LA SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Armageddon ! "&lt;br /&gt;"B_._._ Express! "&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Du "&lt;br /&gt;"Little India "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After show casing our mentality in the Mac, went to esplanade and have some 'romantic' time together. Due to the poor sense of direction from Jen, we spin around Raffles place and end up going in circles.. Also, not only Jen's poor sense of direction, Alvin's contributions took us to Chinatown! Worst still! I mistrusted Alvin's sense of direction. =)&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, i thought that one chimes sioa!" - Alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even worst.. Dun even noe North,South,East,West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It has been really long since i laugh like nobody business. And my laughing looks highly retarded. It actually make Alvin laughing along with me together with Jen.. I is Clown for life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaying in process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I weigh just like a feather man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862695623014594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD1fXwouMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WSt_oc2fnMc/s400/13102007160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120865723574958354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD4PnwouRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R9NU-zdaSyc/s400/13102007211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862717097851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD1gnwouOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dMQE9mStxlM/s400/13102007176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862699917981906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD1fnwouNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u7meRYFlkQ0/s400/13102007162.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alvin.. Please... Lose some weight.. I am trying my best.. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862734277720322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD1hnwouQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k0xK6RArp0M/s400/13102007209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                              Alvin's ass is stucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120874438063601954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxEAK3wouSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qMzTioC2CM4/s400/13102007184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                   Jen trying to act sexy.( She's not )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120874442358569266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxEALHwouTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cq-x-nN0Qpc/s400/13102007215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                      " Ahhh.. It feels great to let it out... " - Alvin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120874442358569282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxEALHwouUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kCI1XwPeLTk/s400/13102007217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862721392818418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD1g3wouPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DWvbhKleasg/s400/13102007200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A.J.A =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5273626020691111696?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5273626020691111696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5273626020691111696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5273626020691111696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5273626020691111696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/laughter-creates-joy.html' title='Laughter creates joy'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RxD1fXwouMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WSt_oc2fnMc/s72-c/13102007160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-8166670096193618352</id><published>2007-09-30T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:49:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymmy!</title><content type='html'>Another boring saturday. Quite meaninful actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched anime the whole morning. Resident Evil 3: Extinction is out! What a whooping show sia. Gay around with the computer till 5.30pm. Meet up with Delick at around 7.35pm, planning to go gym. HAHA gay man. when we reach the gym, they switched off the lights right in front of us. haiya.. Gym so early eat snake de meh? Had a run in the Stadium instead. Chatted the whole time while we are jogging, talking about the meaning of life? HAHA, laugh till stomach cramp.. Intensified our motivation and willingness spirit! Shiok sia, after all the pull ups, sit ups, run ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meaningful night. Sounds gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-8166670096193618352?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8166670096193618352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=8166670096193618352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8166670096193618352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/8166670096193618352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/09/gymmy.html' title='Gymmy!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-641241204824247550</id><published>2007-09-22T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:56:33.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A BLAST!</title><content type='html'>Today was a blast! Being so long since i really enjoyed myself this much.&lt;br /&gt;Its a Childhood Reunion Dinner! WOOT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 8.30am, i was playing in nigel house all the way to 4.30pm, studied a little bit though.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went home and meet up with Zhong xi and Cyrus at the MRT platform at around 7.30pm. Going to meet up with Kris, jacqueline and Kimberly for a dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for Kris, Met Genevieve at the MRT platform. Chatted with her for a while and, there she goes~ After her departure, Kris arrived at our meeting point. He called me and ask me through my handphone " Where are you? ". At this point of time, i heard a familiar voice just right behind me. It was Kris! WAHAHA "NEH!". Wahh shiok man, after lost touch with Kris for almost 4 years, he has really undergo a tremendous change. The worst thing is, HE GREW TALLER DEN ME! He was so short when we were in primary lor! wah lao. And he also grew to be very mature sia. Zhong xi and I could'nt recognise him at all, i feel as if i was talking with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met jacqueline later. Nothing much to say about her. No much change, still recognisable and also still as tigress as ever! The sad thing is, She Could remember everyone EXCEPT ME!! What the hell!? MAN, i will never forget her and Kimberly due to a incident happened in Primary. i cant believe that she have no memories of me. Sob.. sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Kimberly in the Mrt train. Whoa, she also changed alot within this 4 year period. Last time, whenever i saw her in school, she is like a prick in the eyes. But now, i was like wow? No, is Wow! She also grew taller sia. At the least she still remembers who am I! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, although being the shortest among the boys, but still the tallest among the 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;Heng sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Marina Bay, we chatted and crapped about old times. Laughed like crazy in the MRT train. We continued to talk about the old days while we were having our dinner together, Shiok sia, Remembering the Old good and bad times. After eating, went to the arcade and have some fun. I was playing this time crisis and Kim tell me she wants to try. Fine, i let her try and she INNOCENTLY used up all my life... WASTED MY $1 DOLLAR. She deliberately wanted me to lose and was laughing all the way to the bus stop.. Crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some photos at Marina Mrt station, there was one time which i ACCIDENTALLY smack Kim on her face! WAHAHA, retribution comes unconsciously, we were running all around the place with Kim keep using her ' flying kicks ' and fail pathetically on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the great old times together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-641241204824247550?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/641241204824247550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=641241204824247550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/641241204824247550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/641241204824247550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-blast.html' title='What A BLAST!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-7579135557021206384</id><published>2007-09-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:43:01.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY Prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its september already! August had already passed.. O level in less than a month time. Wonder how i will fare for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. I have been fighting this feelings in me for some time already. Well, This dreading feel is going to end soon. After Os, A new beginning life. It will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are long! After one week holiday, And here comes another 5 days of holidays. I am gonna rot to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going out with my friends lately. And i just realised the only game we all play together is DOTA..... After a few days of playing. We decided to QUIT dota. Good decision, Cause we have been playing LOSING game. Hai... The feeling of losing sux! I tell u, SUX BIG TIME. I guess its a blessing in disguise that we lost! Cause O level more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSING SUX SUX SUX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after the physics paper today, went home and slp till 6.45pm. Met up with eric and gang at 7.45pm. Late for 30 mins haha!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its eric the gay birday sia. Good luck to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109003230520213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RubTXpd6_wI/AAAAAAAAACs/28yRVOuf_LQ/s400/eric%27s+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya daniel ah.. Still playing with fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109003226225245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RubTXZd6_vI/AAAAAAAAACk/_FM7cRjUIpo/s400/eric%27s+birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends Forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-7579135557021206384?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7579135557021206384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=7579135557021206384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7579135557021206384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/7579135557021206384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-prelims.html' title='YAY Prelims'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RubTXpd6_wI/AAAAAAAAACs/28yRVOuf_LQ/s72-c/eric%27s+birthday+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2671623041402001648</id><published>2007-08-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:18:09.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WooAT</title><content type='html'>Its been 8 days since English Oral had passed. The experience was nervous and somehow, kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the room, and saw 2 souls, 1 male 1 female, lying lazily onto the table behind of them. HA! they must be Damm tired after hearing so many 'cute' voices saying the same thing over and over again.I really pity them when i see the way they have to force themself to listen to my boring speech again. Poor teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am really retarded or something, and i did a big mistake during the english oral.... During the conversation, I was actually laughing with the teachers. Hole shit.. I think i really could not stand my own nonsense as well.. i was suppose to control myself! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was a B4.. Hummm, no comment on it. Felt relieve that at the least, i managed to obtained a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe the school $$ AHHHH.. i guess i really have to pay the debt before O level come.. But i really cannot control my appetite in school.. Hope my classmate will make bread everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2671623041402001648?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2671623041402001648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2671623041402001648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2671623041402001648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2671623041402001648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/08/wooat.html' title='WooAT'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2406146988974794496</id><published>2007-08-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:04:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa, yesterday was national day, VERY busy day sia.. For a MALAYSIAn huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, have to go band for a performance. I felt that there is no reason for us to be there sia.. But still, that the LAST, REALLY LAST performance for me le. After that. Lepak with ah boo, tahir, wah jing, sharifah, ming kwang and ATIQAH! Atiqah is really crazy, She can practically laugh at any actions i made.. even when i am rocking myself..&lt;br /&gt;Do i really look that retarded?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went and watched Rush Hour 3. Awesome show, really a MUST WATCH COMEDY, The scripts were very well-planned and humourous! Especially for the black man, Dang, i dun rememeber his name in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Wanted to watch with ah soon, sin yong, daniel, wu yu, Usa, Jeffery, wei yuan, keng leong, jennie, june, chong ming, Nicodemus &amp; his Girlfriend and Eric. We toured around Marina square there, squishing ourselve against the crowd, Searching for a beautiful view for the fireworks. I was perspirng there like a Noobie pig even when we settled down on a place.. We laughed and jokes and took lots of gay pics there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i wanted to leave, i asked the groups for directions. Wu yu &amp;amp; usa told me to just head towards that building, and i will reach the mrt. So there was 2 almost similar building there, given my poor eyesight at night, i forgotten which building i was suppose to go and went back to asked for directions again.. I actually mistook the pair of long chopsticks as a building.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like this is the last time i celebrate nation day with all my frends.. Last year together as secondary 4s le.. Good luck you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the gay pics do the poking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075817851078210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrxzc2w_RkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kM5Ax01rnXo/s400/Eric+gay+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offense Eric Chang!&lt;br /&gt;Me and daniel is the photographer&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrxzd2w_RnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NVIkjpK-GZc/s1600-h/national+day+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075835030947442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrxzd2w_RnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NVIkjpK-GZc/s400/national+day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RrxzdWw_RlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iE9ySf8lseM/s1600-h/national+day+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075826441012818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/RrxzdWw_RlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iE9ySf8lseM/s400/national+day+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrxzdmw_RmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FxR-K0ZRskY/s1600-h/national+day+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at ah soon man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx7pGw_RwI/AAAAAAAAACM/3PJA-o8LrX4/s1600-h/national+day+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097084824397498114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx7pGw_RwI/AAAAAAAAACM/3PJA-o8LrX4/s400/national+day+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx7cmw_RvI/AAAAAAAAACE/iVin16rFrcU/s1600-h/national+day+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097084609649133298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx7cmw_RvI/AAAAAAAAACE/iVin16rFrcU/s400/national+day+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, usa, if u happen to read this,&lt;br /&gt;My Mum said you look VERY PRETTY in&lt;br /&gt;this photo! =D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx3OGw_RtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OIaTnCUAXxQ/s1600-h/national+day+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx8Tmw_RxI/AAAAAAAAACU/i4o8PJsLSOE/s1600-h/national+day+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097085554541938450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx8Tmw_RxI/AAAAAAAAACU/i4o8PJsLSOE/s400/national+day+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx3Mmw_RsI/AAAAAAAAABs/AZt6h1F-cgI/s1600-h/national+day+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder who is poking jennie?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx3OWw_RuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sBurcXbCQ9M/s1600-h/national+day+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it you, s@# Y*%@? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx8vmw_RyI/AAAAAAAAACc/MURElIsAO04/s1600-h/national+day+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097086035578275618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrx8vmw_RyI/AAAAAAAAACc/MURElIsAO04/s400/national+day+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose smile is GAYIER?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck To everyone! &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/11538292-2406146988974794496?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2406146988974794496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2406146988974794496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2406146988974794496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2406146988974794496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='national day.'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rrxzc2w_RkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kM5Ax01rnXo/s72-c/Eric+gay+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-5221534523795167086</id><published>2007-07-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:42:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i take back my words</title><content type='html'>Hummm, i think i remember saying that i dislike people listening to Mp3 while studying in a group. Well, i guess i am wrong now, i just realise i cant have a peaceful environment to study in when the people were laughing away. Dammn, i get distracted so easily. I guess having 2 ear piece stuck in ur ear changed the mood.&lt;br /&gt;That dammn gay, i am actually able to concentrate while listening to music! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it depends on the place i am studying in. If its quiet, i cant concentrate with music. But if its something attactive, music will disrupt my attention towards the attractive and make me concentrate on my work. Great, i love studying in a noisy area now. Not exactly noisy, just laughters.. Laughters that will make me laugh all the way till i develop Abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time I was studying with Chelsea, Jospeh and Asyraf. I remember i had to study with my hands stuck onto my ears as asyraf that &lt;strong&gt;BLOODY AIRHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; was laughing like a &lt;strong&gt;SICK HYENA&lt;/strong&gt;. This causes me and jospeh to laugh and jospeh laugh spread to chelsea.. Everyone was laughing as if we own the whole macdonalds. That includes me. That is how 'attractive' the environment can be. But, laughing sure make our days in delight! Asyraf make our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-5221534523795167086?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5221534523795167086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=5221534523795167086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5221534523795167086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/5221534523795167086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-i-take-back-my-words.html' title='I think i take back my words'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-1932304619868381815</id><published>2007-07-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:02:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims</title><content type='html'>Prelims oral have ended? WHAT THE HECK? I didnt even noe there was a prelim oral on that day.. Oh well, just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks more to O lvl.. All of my subjects is equivalent to SHIT. AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being stomping on chem. Next will be Physics. Targets are aimless.. haiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail O's = No future? No la, Stay back only mah. Waste 1 more year again.. All the $$ for courses again.. I am gonna stop all this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 WEEKS all the way, NO DOTA, Yes ANIME! YAy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-1932304619868381815?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1932304619868381815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=1932304619868381815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/1932304619868381815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/1932304619868381815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/prelims.html' title='Prelims'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6078469786864792114</id><published>2007-07-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:52:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Chinese</title><content type='html'>Its july!! Say bye bye to chinese! Bye~.  Whatever my result for chinese going to be, i am not going to cry. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Band Fiesta. It was really a wonderful performance, and for the first time, i finally DID enjoy myself in an event!! But.. It was not my day.. I went through a few ordeals before arriving to band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly in the morning.. My dad took my marching shoes to sentosa! OMG Last min den realise. JIA LAT. I went to  my neighbour, Swallow down my pride and pluck up my courage to ask them for a black shoe. The expression they gave me was ' What-the-hell-early-in-the-morning'.. And with the heavy eye lid pasted on thier face. And i tried in vain. Next, i sprint down to the shoe shops below my house, hopefully can bargain for a cheapskate shoe. It was a SUNDAY and all the shops were closed.... I was so desperate and even went to the Ma Ma Shops and ask to buy a black shoes. They gave me candies instead.. I NEED TO LEARN MALAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i manage to borrow one from my friend.. I spent 2 taxi trip to  nigel house at kallang and back to ping yi again. Big hole in my pocket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next unfortunate fall upon me was.. during the ACTUAL performance, my clarinet could not function.. WTH? of all the time, why must it be malfunction during the performance!?! AHHHH, i only did gimmicks.. T.T. AHHHHHHH.. Well, at least i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Say my name! Shout my name! it will bring good luck! =D "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-6078469786864792114?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6078469786864792114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6078469786864792114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6078469786864792114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6078469786864792114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-chinese.html' title='End of Chinese'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-288365146579081272</id><published>2007-06-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:02:07.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oral.. O LEVEL</title><content type='html'>This coming tuesday is going to be my last chinese oral examinations i am going to have for the rest of my life. O levels.... I always feel nervous when i come to think about it.. 4 eyes staring at you, not knowing which pair of eyes to stare back .. Eespecially conversation, What am i going to do if i am stunned by thier questions? AHHHHH.. THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i will do well for this Oral examination, so that getting a B in chinese will be highly possible for me. The factors which really scares me is.. Being LATE FOR THE ORAL. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for another new alarm clock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-288365146579081272?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/288365146579081272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=288365146579081272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/288365146579081272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/288365146579081272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/oral-o-level.html' title='oral.. O LEVEL'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4607665451855040008</id><published>2007-06-23T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:02:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowowowow</title><content type='html'>Wow, its already june. Nope, end of june.. Its my first post in june! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been hanging out with my friends lately since i've graduated from band, saturdays and sundays were so awfully free. its the first time i rotted at home for 1 whole week! A record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from band, i felt a big load off my shoulder. Free away from the worries of this and that. Especially waking up early in the morning.. This is the problem i dreaded most... I still remember one incident which sends tingling down my spines.. eeeek.. Worry away from worries! Woooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love hanging out with my friends. They really rox, such as Yong shun. He is the centre of attention in our group, our ' innocent clown '. Our laughingstock! But of cause, with the aid of Daniel, without daniel, this laughingstock cannot be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level is in 4 months time.. And i have not even started to prepare for it. Still idling my life away.. I guess i am gonna regret it someday. Yeah, SOMEDAY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4607665451855040008?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4607665451855040008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4607665451855040008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4607665451855040008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4607665451855040008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/wowowowow.html' title='Wowowowow'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4643474717234340741</id><published>2007-05-27T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:00:04.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is chinese O level, and i spent my weekend in nigel house, watching anime non stop.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. Hell, of all the time, why must it be this time?  I am subdued by animes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to reality. Happy-Go-Lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Os, i am so gonna have a anime marathon. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4643474717234340741?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4643474717234340741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4643474717234340741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4643474717234340741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4643474717234340741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-3585485781940098392</id><published>2007-05-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:52:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOoT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chinese papers and english papers.. It over!! English format, i totally forgotten about it, i wrote crap. Chinese letter format, worst, i forgot wad i wrote already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anway, today after recess, went to chemistry with the 401s class as usual. And Mrs lim said something which urge me to take a picture with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061831665273428930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rj89FLFyW8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tSWjZDWdtqQ/s400/Lim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" This is the last lesson with you all what. " That wad she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, there is lesson with her tml anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the last lesson the 401 have with her, and tml is our turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mrs Lim is a nice teacher man. But many people took advantage of her during classes, not listening, climbing here and there, screamings and shoutings everywhere. Well, during our sec 3, We were also like monkeys crawling all over the class. We never know the significance of her until we reached sec 4, everyone will start to crowd around her, as if wanting an autograph of hers. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So any souls read this, please treat her better! =D, although i know its difficult to fight against the urge to jump and crawl around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks ah boo! for the pic u taken with ur handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/11538292-3585485781940098392?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3585485781940098392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=3585485781940098392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3585485781940098392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/3585485781940098392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/05/woot.html' title='WOoT'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tH6_UoMwHUI/Rj89FLFyW8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tSWjZDWdtqQ/s72-c/Lim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-590146013845140031</id><published>2007-04-26T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:08:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentration</title><content type='html'>Nowadays i've just realised i hate studying with a group of people with an ear piece on thier ears, listening to an Mp3. Imagine you were talking with ur friends about certain questions or just mere chatting, they will answer you back in a very ridiculous manner.. Which somehow, i cannot stand it. Studying as a group, i believe there should be a communication among the friends, not self-studying by themself, listening to the songs their Mp3 playing. Than must well dun study as a group la, go one corner to emo and study, singing along with the lyrics of the song la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Woo came to give us a 2nd round of speech again. This time, she changed her phrase from  " Don't just pass it, Ace it "  to " 99% perspiration, 1% inspiration ". Almost same as the beliefs i hold on to  " 99% hardwork, 1% talent ". Our target was an average of B3! That cool, So total up the points will be 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, i am still sticking on my aim, 12. Although it's impossible now, But i believe, it will be possible LATER.  Sacrifices have to be made.. 1 hour of Computer games, not too much to ask for bah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-590146013845140031?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/590146013845140031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=590146013845140031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/590146013845140031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/590146013845140031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/04/concentration.html' title='Concentration'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2447476763919443957</id><published>2007-04-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:21:10.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its over</title><content type='html'>It was really frightening when arriving at the destination. This is going to be the place, where we will perform our 4 months of hardwork, where we started out as a novice.. And now, a totally different band than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were afraid, mostly nervous when we felt the presence of other Bands around us, we fought back against the feeling, and moved on strongly as one band. We feign ignorance of other band, disallowing them to break through the strong mentality we had, never will we back off at this point of time, its far too early to drop any tears, to feel any anxiety. We were led into a small room, filled with chairs arranged neatly. It was as if the battle has started, but no, it was only a rehearsal. We were told not to play our instrument, and sit down quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything changed, we rehearsed through the piece and changes were being made on the way. Everything was last min, we did not complain, as all of us have the same goal. All of us are in the same platform together, unity is what pull us through. Finally, we proceed on. Outside the stage, we arranged ourself and get ready to saunter in majestically onto the stage. 5 mins left, reminders were made over and over again. We encouraged each other, giving confidence to one another, there seems to be a spirit in all of us, all of us wanted to achieve something, we will not go back empty-handed, all of us were determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the time has come.. We saunter into the stage, in a leisure pace, but we held our heads high up, Swallowing our pride. It was really fortunate, to see that the first half of the hall was deserted. We felt no presence of other bands. There, right in front of us, we spotted the 7 judiciary. We waited for them, to announce for the arrival of Mr Poh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything finished, just a blink of an eye. Our 8 mins of performance was over. Tears were seen in some of our eyes. It was over, everything is over, we headed back to school and put our instrument, and we went back to hear our result..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside the hall, waiting for them to announce the result. All of us were tensed, even other bands. The atmosphere was pressurizing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Band number 90! Ping Yi Secondary... sssssssss... " When he Said the " ssss " we thought it was a C-O-P.. " SILVER!!". BOOOOOOMM!!  " WOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHH!!! "&lt;br /&gt;All of us jumped, The feeling was great, we thought we gonna get a COP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the battle has ended.. It was the first and the last indoor almost for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It time to procced on to a new challange............................................. O LEVELS .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battles never ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2447476763919443957?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2447476763919443957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2447476763919443957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2447476763919443957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2447476763919443957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-over.html' title='Its over'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2360495733759730801</id><published>2007-04-01T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:08:45.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational talks</title><content type='html'>I think i am being anti-social nowadays. Oh no, i better change the way i am behaving right now, If not, i will be condemned in this hectic world. I dun think i am being anti-social, i think i am just talking less. I used to talks alot, but now, i seems to seal off my lips. or mayb i am just emo-ing.. No way man, i hate people who emo in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who emo, they will start to give that kind of -you-where-not-happy-look- and continue do his/her own stuffs, ignoring the feelings of others. when people tried to talk to this emo kid, they will just give you that -where-not-happy- stare and continue doing his own stuffs. like what the hell. I say this people were just being immature. Aiya, anyway, the word emo, is out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Poh really is a wonder, he can talked non-stop for 1 and a half hour even though he declared that he is exhausted. Another of mr poh's motivational talk. And yeah, everything he said, always make sense, even though if it was senseless, there are bound to be something that make sense. Toughening up your character mentally. Let complain less next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2360495733759730801?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2360495733759730801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2360495733759730801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2360495733759730801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2360495733759730801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/04/motivational-talks.html' title='Motivational talks'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-2485236658482954513</id><published>2007-03-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:48:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>I just realised i've not been hanging out with my friends after school. instead, i hang out with band peeps. oh no.. i am drifting away from them. Could'nt help it, i starting to dislike them abit too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons, i am shorter than them.. what the heck? man.. i used to be taller than them in sec 1, and after 3 years, they shot up like thier hair .. Omg. during our PE lessons, when some of them realise they are taller den me, thier reaction to me was like winning the World Cup..&lt;br /&gt;" ANDREW, I AM TALLER DEN U SIA!!!! ",&lt;br /&gt; " WAh ANDREW! When did u become so short?!" ,&lt;br /&gt;" ANdrew AH! you have Shrinked! ". All sorts of comments..&lt;br /&gt;wow, i used to take all these comments as jokes man. But as time passes, thier "Praises" become more and more "Complimenting"...  cool, and when thier results are better den mine, there comes another round of applause from them... Wonderful, and in games, when i lose to them, even better! Thier reaction was so big and they have to make a big fuss about it. " Andrew, u have grown louiser! ",&lt;br /&gt;" Noob la andrew! ",&lt;br /&gt; " hahahahahahahaha! ". Keep pointing finger at me*&lt;br /&gt; Haiyo, Why not just shoot me directly ? jusy say,&lt;br /&gt;" Andrew! I am better den you! ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah! one more thing i remembered, i remember i was doing this maths question, and i got all confused up with the numbers so i approached my friend for help. Cool man, another comment that he rewarded me...&lt;br /&gt;" Andrew, i think actually ur IQ IS VERY LOW ".&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud man!!! just because of a maths question, An A MATHS question. He say that my IQ level is very low.. Just becasue he CAN do that question, wow man, if only i can kick his balls at that point of time..  but nvm, the rest of my friends insulted him back. and Ah boo help me to give him practical reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it all boils down to, i have low IQ huh?... come to think of it, mayb i do have a very low IQ. i DO take a very long time to understand certain circumstances sometimes. Ah well.. And that is why, i never appproached my friend's for help again, it will give them this impression of&lt;br /&gt;" Andrew, ur so dumb man! ",&lt;br /&gt; " I really doubt ur in express stream sia Andrew! ",&lt;br /&gt; " you cant even do this question? Even new born babies also know how to do ",&lt;br /&gt;" Dun u have any common sense?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friends were once my very close friends sia.. Was it me being too sensitive or mayb i am becoming more gay?. But i really cannot stand such insults anymore la. Thier comment always get better every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-2485236658482954513?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2485236658482954513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=2485236658482954513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2485236658482954513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/2485236658482954513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/03/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-9119312648812562172</id><published>2007-03-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:52:38.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Oh Yes Ah. I failed my Eng again! Yee haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total score for my L1B4: 28...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful sia. My target is 12, and my result is 2 times my aim.. I am 2 times far away from my target. nah, More than 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of saying i am going to work hard and produce this kind of result in the end? Great job done Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, teacher always say. Fail now rather than fail later! 8 more months. And i am going to proceed on to a new stage of my life. Drastic changes gonna occure nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 21 more days, and BOOM goes the SYF Indoor! How i hope there will be 48 hours everyday, and human beings would still need the same amount of sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, damm good sia.. i got TONNES of things i wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to work, to earn some Extra pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to watch my anime!!&lt;br /&gt;i wan to read my comic books.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out with frends.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch television. When will my dad buy a TV..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch movies!- yeah, Tahir have lots of CDS, its gonna be a movie marathon once i have the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very very close with the malays nowadays sia. Great, can improve english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-9119312648812562172?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9119312648812562172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=9119312648812562172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/9119312648812562172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/9119312648812562172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/03/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-1695424793752156456</id><published>2007-03-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:59:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg!! Get a hold of urself plz!</title><content type='html'>OH YEAH, i finally passed my A maths!!  i was shocked to see that i actually DID passed my A maths, and it was only 2 of the questions i got wrong, and that makes me loses 10 marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man, i really envy those people who have such a strong english foundation. The essays they wrote is so interesing that it makes me wanna read on, especially some of my friend's compo. There is this some kind of strong factors presence in the words of thier essays that manipulate the readers to read on and lust for more. And usually, they does not have a problem when dealing with english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never produce this kind of essays.. I just dun understand how they can express thier thoughts and feelngs so well in a Short sentence of phrase. Aww man, i just cant do that, i am always struggaling to pass my english.. I have a very weak foundation in english. i think i cant even distinguish a Verb, Adjective, Noun, pronoun etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to drp DNT, A subject which i dreaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-1695424793752156456?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1695424793752156456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=1695424793752156456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/1695424793752156456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/1695424793752156456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-get-hold-of-urself-plz.html' title='Omg!! Get a hold of urself plz!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-6289551531954097771</id><published>2007-02-27T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:55:59.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birday</title><content type='html'>February is coming to an end. Firstly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thanks Hamizah, Aqidah, Wendy, for the present. A lovely cup!&lt;br /&gt;Tahir, Ah Boo, For that unique plant.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who had signed thier names in the cards, everyone who had wished me a happy birday. And also everyone who have sabo-ed me with pool of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It have made the day special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-6289551531954097771?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6289551531954097771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=6289551531954097771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6289551531954097771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/6289551531954097771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/02/birday.html' title='Birday'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-100818740882395793</id><published>2007-02-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:50:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY &amp; Birday</title><content type='html'>2 more days and ITS CHINESE NEW YEAR! And, my birday also befall on the same day as chinese new year! Oh Yeah! i will wish myself a happy birday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know the reason why i was born in malaysia.. Due to chinese new year, Wah piang..&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to visit my grandparents in Malaysia dring chinese new year in 1991. It was such a joyous occasion and *POOF! On that fateful day of February 18 1991, My mum gave birth to me in one of the hospitals situated there. It was double happiness for my family..&lt;br /&gt;And now, after staying in singapore for a full 12 years. i just realized it has given me so much trouble!! One thing. $$ Money!&lt;br /&gt;- No Edusave&lt;br /&gt;- No Awards&lt;br /&gt;- No special benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the school being asking money again and again. And they always sign us up for courses without even any consents from us. And this courses needed MONEY. I cant pay by edusave, only by cash. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I am so very going to eat till my stomach explode tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Bah Gua!&lt;br /&gt;- Red Packets!&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese oranges!&lt;br /&gt;- Television!&lt;br /&gt;- And finally, my Aunt Superb culinary skills! My family's secret recipe,&lt;br /&gt;Steamed duck smeared with some kind of source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! i will have my birday celebated alone! yeah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-100818740882395793?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/100818740882395793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=100818740882395793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/100818740882395793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/100818740882395793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-birday.html' title='CNY &amp; Birday'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-4567441490033854901</id><published>2007-01-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:30:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no..</title><content type='html'>Phew.. My life is flooded with homeworks ! Everyday go home, its either sleep or homework, Mon &amp; fri went for band and always came home so late. Especially on sats. Only sunday, is the day for me to take a break.. But not for long, Weekends homework seems endless too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, that just desert for me, I did not study and understand the subjects well during my sec 3 life, just slack the whole year through, and manage to maintain in the stream. Alright, i am going to do well and prove to teacher that i've changed from the lazy to the hard-working! Especially miss pow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, during sec 3, i was a constant late-comer. Almost every week, i will be late at least 3 times. For the whole year, i've late for almost more than 30 times! Every term, i will defintely be late for more than 10 times. Whenever my friends take a peek at my wallet, its was always full of late coming papers. What a memorable memento. Too bad, i've lost that wallet together with the mementos :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Pow was a wonderful teacher, she knows that i have a problem in waking up, and always gave me lectures on " importance of punctual ". She even goes to the extent of giving me morning calls in the moring! Omg! Well.. I was  still a unmotivated student during that time, and so, i always pay no heed to her advice and continue on my wrong doings. Until one day, i've to see Martin Chan, the school OM for my countless late coming. During the final term of the year in sec 3s, i put in some effort not to be late. And so, i was let off scot-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the First day,First term, First year of the school. I was late once again.. And for the following weeks, i have been coming late consistently. Until Miss Pow once again, came and give me the last of the last ' lectures ' from her. She Says " Andrew, are you going to continue like this? If your still not coming to your senses, den i cant do anything too. " And she walked away. Somehow, i felt a sudden rush of guiltiness in me, its like i've been letting Miss Pow down again and again.. And so, after one of her lessons, i saunter up to her and aplogised to her sincerely and promised to her that i will change. " you better keep your words this time. " she said doubtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, up till now for at least 3 weeks, i've been coming punctually on time to school! Alright, i swear i am going to keep this up till the end of the year, since this will be my last year in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year would be a turning point for me in my life. And this is the first time I DID my homeworks! And passing up on time! and also, getting so paranoid over my homeworks! Omg, since primary 3, i have not been doing my homeworks unless i was forced to. What a relieved that i am still able to complete my homework at home after so many years of not-touching-pens-and-pencil-at-home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to drift apart from my friends, so as to concentrate on my homeworks, and revise for my test and exams! and lead the life of a loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-4567441490033854901?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4567441490033854901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=4567441490033854901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4567441490033854901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/4567441490033854901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh no..'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116922195406934207</id><published>2007-01-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:54:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing did not get any better</title><content type='html'>I am damm confident that i am going to flunk my physics, chemistry as well as A maths for this tes..I've forgotten evrything that taught in sec 3! omg!! =(. i guess Miss pow is going to phone up my parents and tell them about my bad results. I dun care man, i insist on taking the O levels! i am not going to waste one more year of money learning the whole topic again! I am adamant on my decision!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright man, first subject i am going to brush up on. A maths, den E maths, Physics and finally chemistry, Dnt will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my aim For Os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English C6.. no choice..  if i can get a C6, i will be laughing and jumping away..&lt;br /&gt;Chinese B3..&lt;br /&gt;A maths A1&lt;br /&gt;E maths A1&lt;br /&gt;Combine Science A1..&lt;br /&gt;Geog/SS B3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, target for L1R4: 15 and below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering, i am coming right FOR YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP! than&lt;br /&gt;TP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably TP..  OMG TANSPORT FARES..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116922195406934207?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116922195406934207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116922195406934207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116922195406934207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116922195406934207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/01/thing-did-not-get-any-better.html' title='Thing did not get any better'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116801255676429653</id><published>2007-01-05T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:02:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Its a New year! i reckon this year will not be a good year.. since i am leaving a place where i've been going to and fro almost everyday for 3 years. And this year will be my last year. Ping Yi Secondary School, although its not really a renowned school, but at least, i met some ture frends. And the last thing i will nvr regret is joining the BAND. ALthough i did regret for the past 2 years!! opps.. BAD declarations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to feel the same way i felt during my primary 6 graduation night. Omg, that is so gay.. the feeling of not wanting to be in different schools with my buddys, the feeling of taking bus 66 &amp; 60 from school to home, the feeling of the Kopi-tiam smell near-by the school, the feeling of being childish.. I think i am still very childish now anyway. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this will be the last year in Ping yi, and mayb the LAST imperial exams i will be taking. I am going to study hard! and also, daydream more. And, i like one of the mr yap's sentence " Something will sure to happen in the future, so dun worry too much " Yeah! something will happen, anything can happen! The past is a memory, the future is a dream, u reaped what u sow. u sow what u reaped. Dreams can come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i've missed a bloody damm good chance.. Its such a good golden opprtunity for me!!!!!! And i just walked away without it! AHHH! why did i only realise it now! *sigh.. I swear man, next time, IF THERE IS EVER A NEXT TIME, without hesitation, i will make the right decision. i really missed such a good damm chance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buses and MRT. which one's better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i dun have a perfect family, i have perfect frends. There is always something to mend the holes in life. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is gonna be a loner year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for aqidah. ALL RISE FOR THE NEW BAPOK ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116801255676429653?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116801255676429653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116801255676429653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116801255676429653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116801255676429653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116728449226188885</id><published>2006-12-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:49:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ah dui... This year christmas is a bit plain, usually, the streets will be full of lights and christmas decorations, mayb they are getting ready for New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on christmas eve, at first wanna watch eragon myself, Mr yap took pity on me and so, he asked me to call other members to go watch with me including himself. i am touched? Okay la.. So there was me, mr yap, winston, joel, norman and ming kwang. Instead of watching moive, we went to play CS. Ah dui.. after playing, we rushed to Bedok MRT and meet up with Qi zheng, jack, khairul, En heng, wei siang and qiu rong, we went to marina bay and eat Chong Pang. It was expensive during christmas eve! It normal price is $10, but increased to $15!! oh well, once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted and laughed like nobody's business. It was really quiet when we reach there, and we rock the place there after we came! the most funniest thing is, Jack Fall off his chair!! Omg.. all of us just roar and roar with laughter non-stop. Especially Mr yap. His laughter is really contagious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 11pm, Me and Ming Kwang got to go, and i have to rush to alvin's party. Ahaha, sry alvin! Reached alvin's party at around 11pm close to 12. And the party has ended :'(.. aww well. there was only 4 ppl left including alvin. at about 2am, we went to somewhere near bedok and have supper.. i had just eaten a big buffet and i am gonna eat again? no way. i just accompany them and see them munch thier food and chatted. And poor Nas. Get to noe his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached alvin's house and its bedtime, finally!!! i drop dead immediately and was almost scared to death by that nas!! he bloody-hell-no-ass sucker!! suddenly appear beside me. So that is what alvin meant by " they all will 'ka jiao' ". Anyway, i was too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.. we woke up at 2pm.. omg.. and i have to go, to meet up with eric, genevieve,sin yong and yong shun. When i reached interchange, ys was shocked by how i dressed up myself. lol, dun worry, i will tell u next time on what i am going to wear. hahhaaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to east coast and meet up with the sweet couple, gayingly.. i was really very very happy to see all my best buds.. sy ys eric gen.. haha really gay man.. we stand in the middle of the road and keep discussing where to dine our dinner. we discussed for hours.. AH DUI, cannot make up decision. In the end.. We eat the steam boat near the shops at east coast.. wah piang.. its the same buffet where i eat at the chong pang.. So, i ate the same buffet twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was shocked and frightened by my huge appetite. . went to play bowling after that, and without his magical ball, eric became as lousy as we are in bowling hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's christmas was another great day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL GONNA REOPEN SOON! I HAVEN DO MY HOMEWORK NEITHER DID I REVISE FOR MY TEST!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116728449226188885?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116728449226188885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116728449226188885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116728449226188885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116728449226188885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116694533742388243</id><published>2006-12-24T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:32:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceaseless</title><content type='html'>Titans will ceased to be exist physically,but not mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ROD has ended.. after a few days of hard planning, brain storming and some last min work, manage to finish up the remaining work, but of cause, it sacrifices off my sleep, draining all of my energy.. i was feeling damm tired and exhausted. But it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 majors problem cork up for me yesterday.. dammit!! So embarrasing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damm la, the video!! the ending should not be like that!! ARGHHHH!.. Due to SOMETHING.. dammit.. if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thailand trip was gay. and i was raped by a white monkey, my cousin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116694533742388243?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116694533742388243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116694533742388243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116694533742388243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116694533742388243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/12/ceaseless.html' title='Ceaseless'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116550805709779098</id><published>2006-12-07T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:53:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape twice!</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the funniest, happiest, memorable day i had. Of cause, with FELIX! He is a bloody-damm-scambag-suck-breast-joker !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Escape Theme with the band. Our first stop, The pirate ships! Aww man, JOEL AH! You need to work hard on ur guts !! The rest of the members all outgoing and easy, except for one.. JOLENE.. i have a hard time pursuading her to get on the ship, at first she says "boring, dun wan, very sian." WHAT ONLY, after come out of the pirate ship, everybody INCLUDING her, leave with a happy and smiling face! =D, yeah, nvr fails to make ppl laugh! muahahahha. Next stop is the haunted house, Alamak!! Sharifah ameera also scared! In the end, i lead the whole team again! Aww man.. this time, i did not go to the Go! Kart station.. queue was soo damm long.. Impatient have overcome me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole adventure in the escape, went to have dinner with Mr poh, Felix and the other. Omg, i have to record this down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i lived in Singapore since i was 3 years old "&lt;br /&gt;" Omg!? Means ur CAPTURED since you're 3 years old! ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix, that is so damm irritating!! But i myself also cannot tahan......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ah FREAK Man! "&lt;br /&gt;Silent giggle, den hit you&lt;br /&gt;" JI TOU "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Thank you Mr poh for being a kind hearted magnanimous Chauffeur ! And mayb we wont have the chance to sit on the van anymore. =(. We played the animal concentration in the van, and felix.. omg, he showed us his flesh!!!! AHHHH!!! all of us burst into laughter and rock the whole van from pasir ris all the way to bedok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, It been so very very long since i laughed this much. haha, the colours of life! Laughter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116550805709779098?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116550805709779098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116550805709779098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116550805709779098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116550805709779098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/12/escape-twice.html' title='Escape twice!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116533723353558541</id><published>2006-12-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:01:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let bygones be bygones</title><content type='html'>Since i have overcome it before, i am sure i can overcome this one confidently too! Nothing can manipulate me! Although i was mesmerised before, It was all just a farce! Yup, its all over.. Its all about self-control! and i am well trained in this perspective. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna lead a new life. Which is NO LIFE. For this past few years on earth, i've been wandering around from places to places.. From grasses to grasses, plains to plains. Guess that its time for me to settle down! Stay at home, and do all the house work, tidy up my room, clear all the rubbish and change my room surroundings! Its time to change the environment in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something damm disappointing.. R.O.D is one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Time for a change dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh yeah! i am a clarinetist now!..... Its kinda sad... I am gonna find this damm gay, but oh well... and who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss My Previous Section. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116533723353558541?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116533723353558541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116533723353558541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116533723353558541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116533723353558541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-bygones-be-bygones.html' title='Let bygones be bygones'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116412267775442040</id><published>2006-11-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:39:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball ball bAll BALLS!</title><content type='html'>I am so lucky... Complications did not overcome me.. and i spent those past few "days" doing stupid things. Keep walking around the house, brain cells dried up, feeling guilt, no mood, stare in the air as usual. Well, Its normal now, my mind is finally in a calm state.. I wonder how long i can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never will i want to fall down again! Its so pain! actually not pain la, just that, my mind wil go hay-wire.. Remember! Its not now! not now! not later! not later! Since i haven fall yet! must concentrate! The P's! THE P'S! For now it S! S!! Yup! Must remember what HE SAY! FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have changed. The people that revolve around me also changed, not sure whether for the good O bad. And i just find out my life is so out! sad, influence? No way man.. P!!!!! NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! enough of my stupid life. Something "COOL" &amp;amp; "YEAH" happened the past few days. THE BAND PLAYED BASKETBALL! Omg! Nvr in my life, i will see a basketball being carried around in band b4!! that was the COOLEST day ever! sad thing is, i have to go because the "dudes" have to go.. well no choice, have to go, if not must go home alone. Went to Mac after that. Well, the band is back to thier soccer world again. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHIR PANG YA SUX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to band and slack like nobody business again.. Just that my juniors are struggling with Fiera Winds, that specific bar. Carmel was scary today !! And i finally see Felix's seriousness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.. Thank You Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116412267775442040?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116412267775442040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116412267775442040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116412267775442040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116412267775442040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/11/ball-ball-ball-balls.html' title='Ball ball bAll BALLS!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116324859175026948</id><published>2006-11-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:36:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BANDED</title><content type='html'>Phew... Band practices have been going on continuously this few days, missed quite alot of outings with all my frends. Well, cannot help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! our band is full of soccer nuttys.. Everyday after band Soccer soccer and MORE soccer, how i hope its basketball! manipulating the balls with ur leg is really difficult! but manipulating the balls with ur hands are much more easier. I guess i am starting to like soccer. OMG, i usually have phobia with soccer! i guess its gone after so many soccer games i played with the members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday also went for the POP. Its was terrific sia.. its like watching an outdoor performance! With all the Majors working together, the formation they performed was outstanding. Me, ah boo, chelsea, jospeh, joanna, mr poh, benedict, felix and some other kids went and support them.&lt;br /&gt;It was really an eye opener! Tahir marched with the mace was really HANDSOME MAN. He strike out among the majors there man! Jun An also. Yi lian and jun posture was also terrific! lucky we can find out where thier location. As they were surrounded by so many tall majors..... Thanks to the beret they are wearing which makes them distinguishable as they have a bright yellow feather sticking out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man.. after the whole event, it was really touching for them. We stand at there for like hours chatting. Oh ya, b4 i forgot, i wan to mention that.... FELIX, UR GAY MAN!! HAHAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummm... I felt so extra sia.. but still, enjoyed myself.. And i dropped my handphone in mr poh's car and i panick at the MRT plateform with tahir. Thanks to tahir, my phone was found to be safely in joanna's hand. Thanks HIR and NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today band i felt so slack sia! aww man.. i think i have been slacking too much le! must wake up!! tml we gonna perform for some BIG IMPORTANT DUDES!!! Better be at my best tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116324859175026948?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116324859175026948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116324859175026948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116324859175026948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116324859175026948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-banded.html' title='I am BANDED'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116256948201076614</id><published>2006-11-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:59:49.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INdoor</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL? We gonna play ACCOLADA for our INDOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again accolada, damm bored of this song liao sia! Of all the scores, accolada is the most boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems my Juniors are enjoying playing this song................... Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116256948201076614?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116256948201076614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116256948201076614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116256948201076614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116256948201076614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/11/indoor.html' title='INdoor'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-116146290792101068</id><published>2006-10-22T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:36:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rightful place</title><content type='html'>Alright.. Final year examination is over, the time have arrive for me to return to my rightful place, the place where i rightfully belong.. i dun think i am capable to maintain in this stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since i am going to my execution ground soon, why not just enjoy myself more? Went to escape theme park together with my buds! I am gonna voice out one thing.. Ah soon you dam cat!! Went to the haunted house on our first station. Omg it was dam gayish! 5 boys going inside a haunted hse! But luckily got another 2 gal join into our group. hehehehe! Please, think straight. Tan Yong Shun was suppose to lead first as discussed, BUT, when we went inside the room, HE dun dare to continue forward.. I guess he was afraid bah, cause i could not see a thing, can only see lights at the end of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Yong Shun stunned there, followed by the 2 gals. we keep shouting at him to lead but he dare not take a step... in the end, we stone there like 5 min.. wah piang.. I cannot Tahan anymore, and so, i lead the whole team! WOOT!! saved the day =D. If not i think we continue to stone there for the whole day.. To my dismay, the haunted house was PURE BORINGNESS, nvr even manage to purge out my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the stations was alright, only make me dizzy and nauseous. The best one's is the "Go! Kart!" THAT THE BEST! Riding on a racing car, and drive along the track with it! its like real driving!! Song sia. And that BIG BIRD! i waited for him and he overtake me with just a "bye bye!" What the hell sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today was a day that is memorable. Yeah... Its been so long since i really really enjoyed myself this much........ so very very long......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing! SHARIFAH!!!!!!! FAHRISHA!!!!! Dammit, she was transfered to the clarinets!! NOOOOO MY SECTION IS SHORT OF ONE MORE TALENTED PLAYER!! T_T. Dam sad sia.. She can play the saxophone!! and with such little practices, she manage to play scores already!! i bet with a bit more of teachings, she can really join the main band.. hai.. sian, now my section is short of one ppl, that means short of fun, live, SOUND ( yeah, she is one of our best noise polluter, yi lian is one). Well too bad, for the sake of the band, she have to go to the clarinets.. =((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-116146290792101068?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/116146290792101068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=116146290792101068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116146290792101068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/116146290792101068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-rightful-place.html' title='my rightful place'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-115997170015288236</id><published>2006-10-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:21:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams..</title><content type='html'>Omg.. Exams is a boredom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate it when i need to put aside all my entertainment and just concentrate FULLY on studies!! DAmm it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? Nah, so far up till now, i have Almost NO BIG regrets in my life. But i guess time is gonna give me something to regret upon. And i can foresee my ominious future where i am either laterally transfered to normal or RETAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit.. I did not put in any effort to learn since Sec 1. Well, i guess i've been promoted fully count on luck. I guess my luck is over, GAME OVER FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years or retain? Both ARE the same, Does'nt matter to me that much, i am prepared to go. But also, never will i give up, even if it is one min till the papers were distributed, i will perservere..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-115997170015288236?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/115997170015288236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=115997170015288236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115997170015288236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115997170015288236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams.html' title='Exams..'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-115904686302904140</id><published>2006-09-24T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T05:27:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hummmm</title><content type='html'>went to watched X-men 3 yesterday de yesterday. It seems i kinda Pang seh my buds as all of them didnt go, only i the out-standing one who went to watch. I must say, i have no regrets for pan sehing my buds, i would have LOT of regrets for not going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was DAMMM NICE. X-men 3: the last stand. The story was abit awkward. But overall, the movie is a MUST-WATCH! After enjoying myself with the showm there was scentist from around the world came and gave us a speech! This type of opportunity is hard to come by! they spoke about the fascinating of science, mostly on physics. I was like "HUH? what they toking?". All of them spoke PERFECT english. i think i hear too much Singlish and that was why i am not used to listening to PERFECT english.. Even the STUDENTS went there to watch spoke with knowledge!! OMG, they are from victoria and some other high status schools which i nvr heard b4. Well, i learned quite a lot of science there. Those scentist explain about the fantasy of science, and why does this reaction occur and they elaborate the process. PROFOUND HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i've quite forgotten most of the question asked.. Some i remembered are,"Why do some NORMAL human beings produced ABNORMAL childrens?". the reply was " Well, In the body of the man, where the sperm are kept, 1 in a milion out of sperm is out of shape or defined as ABnormal. As for the woman, Its the same, the egg sometime will be abnormal too. If the normal fuses with the normal, a normal baby would therefore be borned, if a abnormal fuses with a normal, the baby WOULD still be a normal, BUT if a abnormal fuses with an abnormal, the outcome will be different." "But, how can u be so sure there are mutants in this world?". another question shot up. "okay, you see, one of the most obvious revolution in human is 'Slyvester Stallone', His body figure determines his abnormal, as for normal humans, no matter how much we excercise or train, we can nvr achieve a body as perfect as slyvester unless, through drug means. As for us, we have to take Drugs to obtain the kind of body Slyvester have, but, for his body, its naturally there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL HUH!? i think i remembered another question. i forgot what the question was but i rmb the answer was "you see, in America, there was a experiment which 30 womens, wear the same clothing for 3 days straight without bathing. And they send a man to sniff at the woman one by one. instinctively, All of the woman would have a smell on them. But, IF, the man find one of the gal to be perfectly normal-smelling. The chances of them hooking up together would be up to 90%. And after that,the man who smelled the woman was engaged with that woman within 3 months. And so, next time, for gals, when u go on a dating with ur boyfrends, please refrain from using the perfumes for future considerations =)" And she end it with a smile. Everyone burst into laughter after that, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was one students who questioned the scentist "I believed, that the power to create ice is possible as there is water moisture around the surroundings, but for the fire, It seems impossbile." The reply was "I LAZY TO WRITE DOWN". The reply came was always 15 mins long! They can give u Tons of reasons and answer and mystery to crack. And soon after every explanation. There was even MORE question raised to the scentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i gave up waiting for my turn. The workers there keep pressing me to go outside and wait for the scentist to address me since they will be coming out of the cinema. In the end, our buses has arrived and didnt manage to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the question i wanted to ask was. "Is it possible for us to achieve such rapid regenerations like wolverine does?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-115904686302904140?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/115904686302904140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=115904686302904140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115904686302904140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115904686302904140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/09/hummmm.html' title='hummmm'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-115745442197575298</id><published>2006-09-05T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:14:56.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It've been so long.</title><content type='html'>It've been a long time since i went out with my buds.. went out with YS and SY, supposly to meet up with eric but den he went and accomapny Andrew,his bro.. Wah lao eh, trick me and YS go tampines and in the end he annouce nobody playing bowling liao. Damm him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, left me and YS, met up with SY later and went to catch a movie. The most Lameiest movie i ever watch la!! The Title of the movie is "Monster house". LOL i wonder who gave the idea to watch this show. Amazingly, the three of us was laughing and rolling inside the cinema. The others who were watching laughed too. I must admit, although it LAME and childish. But It was hilarious and amusing. i guess it's because it was too lame tat why its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended, When we got up to leave the cinema, I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE SO MANY GROUPS OF SMALL KIDDO, Most probably in Primary 1 or 2, WAS WATCHING THE SHOW!! COOL MAN, there was some adults accomapanying them. And i think Oni Me, YS and SY is the oni Teenagers there who watched the show. Omg i was damm embarrassed to be inside the cinema with those small cutie and big burly uncles and aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves one thing, I have not matured yet! But hey, i am mature on the inside! oh well, guess that i am still living in my inmature world. I will mature someday, i guess, maybe....... in 5 or 6 years time when i reached my adulthood. But, the main subject is, I am happy living in my inmature world, where i could day dream whole day non-stop. Its wonderful, to be living inside a world of our own! Does day dreaming counts as a hobby? den i guess day dreaming IS my hobby, The way to pass time without knowing is to day dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-115745442197575298?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/115745442197575298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=115745442197575298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115745442197575298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115745442197575298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/09/itve-been-so-long_05.html' title='It&apos;ve been so long.'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-115625672659546213</id><published>2006-08-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:25:26.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Finally the exams are over, over a short period of time. And I got back my PATHETIC results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveals... I FAILED MY ENGLISH ONCE AGAIN.. I was really damm disappointed, after putting in so much effort in improving my english, I still failed in vain. No use brooding over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more subject tat makes me wanna blow up. SOCIAL STUDIES- i passed my Test paper by getting 14/25 !!!!!! first time. BUT, i failed my overall with a 35/100.. WTF?!?!!?!?! JUST BECAUSE I NVR PASSS UP MY 2 ASSIGNMENT!! T_T!! wahh totally gone case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things always come with the good! hahaha. i passed my A maths AND E MATHS! YESSS.&lt;br /&gt;Scored A1 for E maths and B3 for A maths. ARGHH DAM THE A MATHS, if oni i was not tat careless for the class test, i would have scored for an A1. ARGHHH TAT FRIGGING TAN YONG SHUN!! HE SCORED SO HIGH!!!! you watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the subs i passed moderately, i hope my report cards will state that i IMPROVED! YES, i finally can demand something from my father! the first pirority items i am gonna get is.... FOOD! WOOOT~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-115625672659546213?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/115625672659546213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=115625672659546213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115625672659546213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115625672659546213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/08/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-115478073759879309</id><published>2006-08-05T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:25:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June holiday blast</title><content type='html'>CONTINUED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;br /&gt;2 months have passed since june holiday.. since the NBC.. since we the TITANS separated... Everything fnally comes to an end. It Just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! let talk about the past!&lt;br /&gt;The Fateful June Holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Terrible.. To describe The days i spent on my june holidays. Where there was no televison, no computer, NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was early in the morning when i woke up gettting ready to pack my things. Feeling excited, i helped my father packed up the things fast and get ready to transport all my household items into our new brand new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our excitiments was faltered by the covering of dark clouds in the sky. SO SUAY LA!!! we were just half way transporting all the furniture and this heavy rain got to occur. And the worst thing is, all our furniture was already shifted onto the back of the lorry WHERE THERE IS NO SHELTER. My father quickly went to the nearest provision shops and brought big plastic covers to shield the items from the rain.. SUAY SUAY SUAY. After the rain, our furniture was soked in water, thanks to the plastic cover, it wasnt tat bad. And we found out another thing. OUR BEDS ARE WET!! AHHHH~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we shifted our items into the new house, we quickly arranged the things in order. I FINALLY GOT a NEW ROOM! YES! my own room!! WOOOT~! A NEW TABLE! A NEW CHAIR! A NEW BED (soaked in water ) . Everything was brand new new new new! it was like New year! I quickly set up my computer, wanted to enjoy myself b4 i go to slp. One thing cocked up, MY COMPUTER CANNOT BE SWITCHED ON!! WTF!!! My whole body filled up with excitments was drained up by my Problematic computer. I HATE IT MAN!! Just when i wanted to play my computers it spoiled! and it was during the JUNE HOLIDAYS! JUNE JUNE JUNE HOLIDAYS!!! AHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things did not turn out as well, i spent my june holidays without televison and computers. No entertainment at home.. none at all, my brand new home become a brandless home.. It was soo boring!!! doesnt even looks like a home to me..&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident which i experienced total darkness and absolute fear!!! I came back home, taking my towels, clothes. I took off all the stuff i am wearing and turn the level for the water to flow. obciously I WAS GOING TO BATH. the water was dammm cold, as i could not resist the coldness. i opened my bathroom door, stretching my hands to on the water heater. As i on switched on the heater, i heard a "click" sound, the whole  house lights flickered for a while And THE NEXT THING I KNEW I WAS IN TOTAL DARKNESS, NAKEDLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG!! I was scared stiffed, i did not moved as there was still SHAMPOO ON MY HAIR!! BLOODY HELL SIA. i quickly took my towel and just wipe off the shampoo and myself. I instantly ran to my room NAKEDLY and took my trousers and shirts. OMG this is totally nightmarish!! HELLISH! DEADLISH! MATYISH!! and it was on SATURDAYS!! WHAT THE HELL!!! i called my frends and asked them whether i can go stay in thier house, fortunatly i go some kind friends which painstakingly took me in! THANKS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, on sunday i have to sleep inside my hse filled with total darkness as there is band the next day..&lt;br /&gt;So my electricity was down till monday when my father came back and fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have a bad time through june holidays. But it was somehow beneficial to me too. i picked up the interest in reading and i am totally no afraid of being in total darkness! I dare to enter the toilet without lights and do my business there!! hAHHA!! And for the reading.. i was too dammed bored and so i forced myself to read some books to pass the time, I got hooked up on a very interesting book called " the seventh tower ". it was sin yong who showed me the book. Although the book content was not attractive, But the story was interesting and made me keep wanting to read on to know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also greatly thanks for Alvin Ngor and nigel for letting me stay at thier house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so it has com for our band finally separated. It was quite the effort though, We prolonged our combine for one week even though we were supposed to separate one week earlier. But i thought the SPF principal said that we will still be combined for one week? They brokened thier promises man!! How can they not keep to thier words? how would other companies ever trust them again.. Well, what was decided have already been decided... For all i know, We are going to work HARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY STUDYIES!!! NOOOOO~. actualy not tat bad! Cause i made some improvements in my subjects! especially A maths! i finally took up the good attitude in learning and demolish all the bad attitude. Not totally ALL the bad attitudes, some were still kept inside me. haha, example is, i sometime dozed off in class, and teachers can see the ZZZ flying above my head all the time.. Well that all about it. lazy to blog the whole 2 months, and NEXT WEEK OUR EXAMS WOULD BE COMING!! LET STUDY!!! AND PLAY!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-115478073759879309?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/115478073759879309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=115478073759879309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115478073759879309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115478073759879309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/08/june-holiday-blast.html' title='June holiday blast'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-115392123322950872</id><published>2006-07-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:40:33.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY BLOGGED!! WOOOOT~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finally can come online. Fantastic! FUN-TASTIC! MARVELLOUS! AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste LET GO!..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-115392123322950872?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/115392123322950872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=115392123322950872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115392123322950872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/115392123322950872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/07/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114856407632345842</id><published>2006-05-25T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:22:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>Its was traumatizing to know about how bad i did for my Mid-year. I dare not reveal the result. But overall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed 8 subjects over 9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bad huh. that what i know la, but i dunno how will my report book say about my performance.&lt;br /&gt;What does this shows? It shows my study style just totally cannot make it, I nvr study efficiently or simply, i Cannot study efficiently. This proves how stupid i am huh? Well mayb i shldnt remain in the express stream. All along, I dun fit to be in the express stream anyway! i failed my eng in sec 2! but somehow miracles happen, my report book Stated that my eng passed! WAHAHA!! 50! somehow i got tat marks. i thought my marks will surely fall below than 40 sia. Well that one is teacher gave me chance and so i went up to express forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about it, i shld just go where i shld belong, The Na stream? I do not wan that day to befall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, i will still work hard to remain my "express Stream"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114856407632345842?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114856407632345842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114856407632345842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114856407632345842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114856407632345842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/05/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114780066538783773</id><published>2006-05-17T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:54:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid year over</title><content type='html'>Humm!! Many things happened.. Errr.. i think i used this " many things happened" far too many time le. Lets change the sentence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm!! So many things happened in this one week, Wait its more than one week! Wow time really flies, our war with studies has finally came to a stop. Mid year have already pass by us. Leaving us with no traces and clues to search for it. Sad huh? Well thats life. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second things first, Need to remind myself about something. I have encountered my friends wanting to end thier life. WHAT THE HELL? Man! Sometime i think this people are just trying to divert our attention to them. But, its better to be safe right? So, i tried to dissuade them. Telling them Life is not that BAD after all. But than, hummm, nahh i dun wanna probe further, not that important after all. Actually, i also got think about death b4, i am attracting attention too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its normal for us to think of sucide la. Especially at this age, people start to thing about thier images, thier needs and wants. And they tends to get very paranoids over small matters, including me. I am still a "Below average" human after all right? haha. doesnt mean that being "below average" human will not be thinking about all those insensible stuffs. I do I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the life like after death? that means, will there be another world when we pass away? (i hate the word "die") or will we still live as a spirits in hell or heaven and still slogging till our guts out for HELLNOTES?! All this foolish thinkings stll remain as a mystery. Not one people have survive and tell us the story after death! how could people survive when they are ALREADY DEAD? Everybody yearns for this answer. The powerful thing is, We people do not want to leave this suffering world due to the precious people around us. We live not because we want to live, We live because we want to feed our curiousity and do those wonderful things that u have not try yet, And that why we lived. &lt;---Am i talking like an idiot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! There was this one movie i wanted to recommend to u guys! A exciting movie called POSEIDON! cool man. Upon hearing the name "POSEIDON" at first, the first thing that appear in my mind was a... Car? WTF?! haha! cause i thought POSEIDON will be like those kind of show which the main character hop into the car and fight the evils doers! WEE~! i thought it was a show like MI-2, and i find it BORING. aww man, to my dismay, the name POSEIDON was given to a ship instead of a car! Is that a waste? Ok, the story of this ship "poseidon" is, A some kind of tsunami wave came hitting the ship, the impact was so great that it makes the ship turned up-side-down. whoa man! and the main character was a valorous loner. And some other character become frend with this main character and...... blah blah blah. GO WATCH THE MOVIE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mid-year just passed right? about 15 hours ago. Humm, Band is gonna start on this friday! Eventually, The day for the ballon hat festival will come. And i hope they will annouce "THE TITANS BAND" instead of .... Dun even want to mention. Shit man, what have i been doing this past 6 months? I told myself i MUST study hard. BUT IN THE END, i just slack all the way.. OMG. Dun even have the passion to study. Whenever i touch the books, my whole body get numbs, when i open the pages, my eyes started to get heavy, When i start to read, Nothing came out of my mouth except "ZzZZz" Hai.. well that all about it.. i dun wan to get my mid year result..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114780066538783773?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114780066538783773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114780066538783773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114780066538783773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114780066538783773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-year-over.html' title='Mid year over'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114597788589194296</id><published>2006-04-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:15:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The battle has ended, just a blink of an eye, We fought valiantly on the field without being noticed. I myself did not notice i was fighting hard. Every Titans gave eveything they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were frightened when we stepped into the battle field. It was crowded with thousands of people, with all thier roars and rally they gave us. We saw other bands, but we fought with our fear and overcome them, it was a battle royal, survivor of the fittest, the ones who breakdown will be disqualified. It was some how chaotic but in a organised way. After the 2nd last band have performed, it was our turn, The &lt;strong&gt;TITANS, &lt;/strong&gt;to show our potential, the 8 months of hardwork compromised into a &lt;strong&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began, and we know that we have no&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;turnings way. Our only chance to Perform to our best, even exceed our best. We fought with all our energy, did not dare to take a breather even though we are half way through the formation, Finally, the final part of the formation, RIVERDANCE FINALE. We were all relieved that it was coming to an end. After we marched out, we were spared no mercy, we continue to fight for our Medal, no rest, no cries, no emotional feelings Were seen in the atmosphered, we were all tensed up, yearning to hear the kind of result we going to have, This will determines the Survivor of the &lt;strong&gt;TITANS. &lt;/strong&gt;It was all up to this medal, to Conclude what the future of the younger generations gonna be. We marched off IMMEDIATELY after our formation, Although we are tired, but the BOND we shared pulled us through TOGETHER as one TITANS BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We standed there, seconds passed, mintues passed, Hours passed, Days passed, and it seems FOREVER. Some of our TITANS fall, but we do not blame them. we endured through the Burning sun, through the stormy weather, The weather hold no Mercy, continous striking us with fear as lightning strikes across the field, Audiences were scarring away for shelter, But, we stand bravely there, right on the spot, Nothing can stop us, not even the lightnings, not even the high temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, Though disappointed, But we achieved our aim, GOLD, we were overjoyed, the days ,months ,years we have gone through, The time we sacrifised, the amount of emotional as well as physical pain we goen through..&lt;br /&gt;We were both happy and sad, Happy because we have achieved our aim, Sad because we are gonna face the consequences of Separating, We were all devastated upon hearing the news. We sensed an omnious threat hindring us. But i believed, no matter what, we WILL fight for our rights, We will too, Defy the Authourities if We must, We've come so far together, overcoming every obstacles together, and i am sure, we can overcome this obstacles&lt;strong&gt; TOGETHER AS ONE TITANS BAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed fast, it was 3 days after our war has ended, We were all proud of ourself and contend. The amount of effort we put in did not gone down the drain, We reaped what we sow. And now its time to concentrate on our next battle................................. STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114597788589194296?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114597788589194296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114597788589194296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114597788589194296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114597788589194296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/04/gold.html' title='GOLD.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114567679487770597</id><published>2006-04-22T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:33:14.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERVOUS!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!.. What's today DATE!??! ITS 22nd OF APRIL!!. later at 5pm we are going to perform our 8 MONTHS OF HARDWORK!!! Time really flies.. b4 i knew it, its already the competition day. And soon, we are gonna separate with the SPF.. It really sad.. The Word "TITANS" will vanished From this world.. And The Word "TITANS" will not be revealed again.. Everything will have an ending in the end.. Its cannot be stopped. nothing is forever in this world.. The oni thing u can control is.. HOW YOU WAN THE ENDING TO BE LIKE. And it will always remain a scar in YOU if you regret of ending it this way.. So people. Its our last last last last last lapp! Let put our mind and soul and STRIVE for a BEST ENDING. GWH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114567679487770597?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114567679487770597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114567679487770597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114567679487770597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114567679487770597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/04/nervous.html' title='NERVOUS!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114485952968750363</id><published>2006-04-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:45:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HELL!?</title><content type='html'>OMG!!.. Am i BLOGGING NOW!?! AHHHH~!! i cant believe it!!.. i am actually blogging at this time now!? (12.20Am) WHATS WRONG WITH ME? humm. nothing actually, cause i think i was too hungry after the Concert. Went to the KFC with AH BOO, Jun Xiang, Wilson, Winston, KahJun, Joel,Jack Tan See Kiat, Qi Zheng,Qiu Rong And Hamizah. Just gobbled up all the food each time the sppon and fork reaches my mouth. Haha, It've been so long since i've eat in this manner! In the end, i suffered a terrible stomach ache.. ARGHH, MY STOMACH SEEMS TO B ShoutinG FOR HELP! man, my waste from my ass seems to be coming out.. but whenever i keep exerting force.. nothing seems to come out. Sry i may b a little bit disgusting.. I Don't seems to be myself anymore.. i've changed somehow, izzit became more mature or childish? I will leave that to the people around me to comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow man, what a "great" day.. so dam tiring la. after my lesson i rushed home to get the $$ for the concert. AHHH! on my way home saw alvin ngor and his gang. They're discussing about thier friday "honeymoon". thier so called "entertainments". Sometime, i felt a bit envious of them. i dunno why, but i just cant help having this feeling.. I will miss loads of fun with them as well as other of my matey. Haha, ever since i joined band. my relationship with my class friends has deteriorate day by day. I seems to be further and further away from them. remembers last time when i was sec 1 and 2. my carefree day, everyday hangs out with them, watch movie, play basketball, play badminton, do "stupid" things together. haha. so much fun we had. But now seems different. Everytime they asked me out, My time was alway tight due to my busy schedule. So we are not as close as we used to be anymore. I just find band is much more important, my body and soul will automatically go against my directions, and head towards the band room. Humm, maybe i misses the time with my section, the time we laughed, despair, angry, disheartened and down. Whatever the feeling is, even it is a negative feeling, i still enjoy being with the section. Funny huh? i used to hated band when i was sec 1 and 2. ( WAHAHAH! ) but now. TOTALLY DIFFERENT mindset i have. whoa great changes in me during this past few years. I've tasted almost all the feelings. Sweet, Sour, Bitter. The memories with my frends, band memebers, my section. SO many things, and the worst things i am VERY dam afraid of, I WILL LOSE ALL THIS MEMORIES DAY BY DAY AS I HAVE LONG TERM MEMORY LOST!! AHHHH! i was recently dignosed with LONG TERM MEMORY LOST! I tends to forget things so easily! AHHH!!! i not only have SHORT TERM , I ALSO GOT LONG TERM MEMORY LOST!! WAHH!! Is this a blessing?!?! sometime, it can act as a gift to me. Because i can forget all the BAD times i had, but also, all the good times too. is like a refreshed memory! HAHAH!!! so GOOD! So young have senile dementia.. hai.. haha(this is my lame style bah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had left with only 9 MORE DAYS b4 THE DOOR OF HEAVEN OPENS TO DECIDE OUR FATE!!! ahh! this moment is heading towards us at a extreme Speed!! After working together for almost over a year, a lot of things happened also..too plain lazy to lay down the changes, even lazier to summarise it. too much things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody answer me this question: "Have i Changed?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114485952968750363?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114485952968750363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114485952968750363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114485952968750363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114485952968750363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hell.html' title='WHAT THE HELL!?'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114442738135444239</id><published>2006-04-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:29:41.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH AHH AHH!!</title><content type='html'>Humm. It've been a long time since i've blogged. Wah Piang just one week nvr update oni.. A lot of things happened that makes me very unhappy and hurt.. hai.. this weeks have been a bad week for me.. but there are also some other happy moments la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first.. b4 i forgot.. i REALLY HATE PEOPLE WHO FU**ING ANYHOW GO TELL PEOPLE LIES!! ARGHH!! what with them?? Those words come frm thier mouth ARE ALL SCANDALS!! And You know what? The worst thing is.. PEOPLE RATHER BELIEVED THE SCANDALS RATHER TO BELIEVE SOMEONE WHO IS CLOSE TO THEM!!!!!!ARGGggGH!! Mayb i am not close to them.. Haii.. This people just go around telling ppl Things that is totally not true.. WILL I EVER SAY SUCH A THING!?!??!?!?!? MOREOVER, WILL I EVER SAY TO SOMEONE WHO IS NOT CLOSE TO ME?!?!?! haii.. This people just going around teling False Truth and affected other people's relationship.. THEY NEVER THINK BEFORE THEY SAY!! Haii.. I think its over... Sometime.. how i hope i can travel back time and mend all the decision i've made which i regreted.. But isnt it stupid? What done is done and cannot b undone.. i admit i go around spreading false rumours sometime too.. i finally understand what it meant by "YOU REAPED WHAT YOU SOW". I will face the consequences ALONE. SINCE THIS IS MY DOINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i was Damm delighted when mr poh finally annouce The speech day in SPF IS FINALLY OVER after our performance! WEEE~!! Some people may think that all this speechday rehearsal may be a big obstacles for us and therefore, affected our aim for the SYF. Why don't we look on the positive side? If We are able to put up a good performance in speechday after SO LITTLE PRACTICE. I must say, is like we oni have 4-5 practice ranging from 2-3 hrs of practices only!! BuT, We are able to put up a good performance for the audience. It totally shows that ANY obstacles we encounter, WE ARE NOT AFFECTED BY ANY OF THE OBSTACLES WE ENCOUNTERED!!. It strengthen our FEAR. TRY TO IMGAINE DOING FIGHT CLUB INFRONT OF THE VIPs!!! OMG! We are not even affected by this, WHAT OTHER OBSTACLES ARE THERE THAT WILL AFFECT US?!?! COME ON MAN SYF!! WE ARE ALL PUMPED UP AND PYSCHED UP!! we are ready to FIGHT! Victory will BEFALL ON US!!!!!!!!!!! Let do our best! one more thing. The brasses was really good.. Just in one week, they caught up to our standard, HENTAK!! thier hentak is jsut as high as OURS NOW!! OH YEA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummm.. yesterday was our assembly for the sec 1s,2s and 3s. The most embarrassing thing is that We sec 3, as role models, DIDNT EVEN SANG THE SCHOOL SONG!! AHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when the music was played, the hall was filled with SILENTNESS except for the music la. And Mr RAM punished us by singing the school song without the music TILL THE END OF THE SCHOOL!! WAHAHAH!! SHIOk ah. the assembly was dam boring. so i just sat there and day dreamm, after the talks from the TP, here comes the motivation talk i want to mention. If u wan to b a C5 students Total point u scored will b 25 if for example u had 5 subjects.. but getting 25 points, I dun think u can EVER GO POLY IF U SCORED THAT KIND OF PATHETIC MARKS! c5 students are just jokers which dun take studies seriously. They take it just for the sake of thier parents.. and this gets them nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;But, being a B4 students, total points u get will b 20. And this may give u a chance for u to choose the course u desire. But, What if the course u wanted was selling like pancakes? UR POINTS OF 20 COMAPRED TO POINTS OF 15. WHO STAND A HIGHER CHANCE?! ur not even close to the door steps.. And u will waste ur time Entering a course which YOU DISLIKE IT. And at the end, u end up learning NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;BUt if ur an B3 students, of course, u stands a higher chance to enter the course u like.. AND THE STANDARD I AM HAVING NOW.. IS NOT EVEN NEAR C5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST WORK EVEN HARDER AFTER SYF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114442738135444239?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114442738135444239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114442738135444239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114442738135444239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114442738135444239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahh-ahh-ahh.html' title='AHH AHH AHH!!'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114390466688809487</id><published>2006-04-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:17:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loseeeee</title><content type='html'>Humm. What a day. Being weeks since i've blogged, even that AH BOO who keep saying that blogging is gay, IS NOW BLOOGING HIS BLOG UPDATING EVERYDAY!! wow, a change of mindset. This proves that Things you think that is boring or infavour of doing gradually becomes part of ur favourites hobby. Anyway, it was ALVIN NGOR TAT GAY inspire me to blogg. Cuz blogging sometime can be fun and interesting by Venting all ur anger, despair, sadness , disappointment, etc. Let get to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii.. i dun think i am a good leader and i dun qualify to b one too. As a leader, u have to set a high boundaries to urself and always act like one.. But from the day i was appointed as a A-BM, i dun feel myself as a leader, and instead i've been reprimanded by many of the better leaders out there time and time again. i am such a failure as a Leader. And even so, i was also the SL of the ping yi side saxophone.. *sighh.. So mani responsibilities. and today what i did was so selfish of me.. when jospeh was giving out the 1.5litre of water, instead of helping him as a SL.. i asked for a bottle instead, What the hell am i doing? wasnt i suppose to care for my members first? But i did not.. i was deluded by my own tiredness and didnt give a thought for them.. So damm disappointed of myself.. and got scolded by jospeh right on the spot, Yea, i deserve that scolding. How could i b so selfish and think for myself first instead of my memebers? and as the SL i didnt even helped jospeh, instead i acted like a normal memeber.. Sry jospeh.. i wasnt a good leader.. i cant lead well, cant teach well and cant do things right.. i am always so wishy-washy.. always go by the crowd and nvr set a good example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are some other things that cheered me up. From the past few months, We WOODWINDS have been giving mr poh disappointment instead of improvements. And mr poh favoured the brasses more as they have good attitudes and have the responsibility to put in effort on what they are doing. But finally today, Mr Poh PRAISES THE WOODWINDS AND SAID WE DID VERY WELL. hahaha! As for the brasses, Mr Poh said thier hentak is not as good as we WoodWinds! Wow what an achievement! we woodwinds finally beats the brasses in SOMETHING. Yeah, and hope the WoodWinds can sustain the kind of standard they are haveing now, or even better, improve MORE!!. Well hope more praises will come instead of Disappointment remarks. SO LET WORK EVEN HARDER FOR THIS 21 DAYS WE HAD!! cherish every time we had left. 2 more sats and the big day will come.&lt;br /&gt;STRIVES FOR THE BEST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114390466688809487?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114390466688809487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114390466688809487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114390466688809487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114390466688809487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/04/loseeeee.html' title='Loseeeee'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114312439781576741</id><published>2006-03-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:35:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning point</title><content type='html'>Remebered last time i was a Television Freak. My eyes was still stick to the TV even when my father was taking the broomstick ready to Whack me. i didnt even notice and didnt give a dam about it. haha, what an obedient BOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene always appeared inside the Drama where the actor and actoress are acting with all thier potential given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An actor Felt regretful Because they oni know the true value to it until when it is gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud. HAHA. i always felt amused when i saw this scene, and that what makes me a TV FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;I dunnno how come i always laughed when the main character was tangled in tat kind of situation, when i think back, i felt really stupid to b laughing at the situation. haha, Its a learning point for us and i didnt even notice. lol, mayb tat what they call "haven seen the outside world yet bah". bty, WHen i am small of cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand what the drama is trying to say. haha. you have to experience it in person den u truly understands it. It may b a good thing. i suddenly remeber what Shakespeare said. "life is like a drama" LOL. for no reason, i jsut remembered it out of the blue. mayb HE experienced it b4, so he wants to Tell people to cherish it while u still can. TO ME, when i small, i find it nonsense, dun really noe why,mayb i thought tat i cherish everything back than., but den, There is some other little things tat I did not cherish. But now, I understand whats it mean. although not totally as i oni experienced it once, But i know that one day, i will TRUELY UNDERSTAND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to ur hand will drop one day if u slipped it just because u have other reasons like ur hand is too sweaty and u cannot take it. But, if u grab it hard, it wont let go even if u wan to. Its like being in a dilema. But at the end of the day. u still have to make a decision, either to drop it, or lose a hand. And what i have chosen, is Drop it. although it a hard chioce, but i have to continue.I hope, and pray hard. One day, after my hand is not sweaty anymore, i will be able to find it back again and grab it forever in my clutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may just b a wiseful thinking of my part as people always says "Once the golden opportunity slipped away, It will nvr return" or "dun let the golden opportunity slipped away". As they said, ITS GOLDEN OPPRTUNITY!! NOT MERE SLIVER OR BRONZE!! Hope i've let a Silver dropped instead and find back As a strong shining gold. haha. the full of nonesene me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114312439781576741?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114312439781576741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114312439781576741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114312439781576741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114312439781576741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/03/learning-point.html' title='Learning point'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114276840723801773</id><published>2006-03-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:40:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed up</title><content type='html'>Wow man. WHAT IS IT TODAY!?.  One of  the Worst/best day for me. For crying out loud, i do not know whether it is good Or bad for me.. It can b bad and be good. Bad thing is.. I AM GONE =p. good thing is.. a new kind of experience. TOTALLY NEW MAN!! the feeling bottled inside me was bursting at that time. It was like testing me whether i can take it anot. haha WEEE~.. I hope this kind of feeling will not erupt inside me again. PLEASE. Cause i wouldnt noe if i can take it anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE IT MAN!! A optimistic people like me who always fools around wherever i go even when i am Tired, have this KIND of thinking. The first impression i gave ppl was  "stupid-normal-tech-people" whenever i meets up with a stranger. lol. i acted kinda like i am stupid or dumb. NEVER Will i imagine that i will think of such thoughts man.. What a BLAST! . must really thanks mr poh. talk senses into me. haha! THANKS MR POH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114276840723801773?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114276840723801773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114276840723801773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114276840723801773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114276840723801773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/03/stressed-up.html' title='Stressed up'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114212783050500526</id><published>2006-03-12T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:43:50.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>Time To time again. i told myself to get hold of the time i am wasting through day dreaming, Playing computers, and doing stupid stuffs like smiling to the computer. hummm, What is today date? 12 march! it've been 3 months after school reopens le. And, our term one have pathetically vanish like the wind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam sad.. Failed my 2 most important languages.. haii.. NO time for me to groan for the result i gotten. Blame myself for not revising and study efficiently. Hated some of my frends man.. hated ppl who looked down on others. jus because they FINALLY won me in CT1(cause sec 2 i've been trashing them,lol~) they looked down on me. WTF?! they discriminate me and dispriten my high spritual mood... Fu*c* this ppl la. They come to me, holding thier Test papers. and showed me the marks, and den gave me a Stepped down remarks like "AIyoo~ Useless sia! lose to me" or simply just a " Useless sia U!!!". Fu*king ASS!! really hate this kind of people like hell. After that they acted so kind to me. treat me foods and drinks. KNN, u think i who. Got looked down by u guys and got utterly Disgrace and embarrassed by u guys and now ur treating me foods and drinks as a way to show apology!?! F**k off man. sry.. Sry for the vulgars i've scolded.. just couldnt control myself by thinking about it.. But ppl. what is this? i won themthe previous year and i nvr even Looked down on them, nvr will i say something like "useless lei u". and instead, i encourage them in a way that, "dun worry, next term still got chance, just work hard" and tap thier backs to give them assurance. Just what the hell is this?? Izzit because i won them and theyhold a grudge against me and i didnt noe? and when they finally won me they will discriminate me as if they very clever. one of them actually said "i nvr study also pass, wah lao, u so useless". Cannot stand it lor. they say it in a way as if they are cleverer den me. As if THEY really nvr study also can pass. ARGHHH. ok fine. so WHAT if they are more talented, more gifted den me? so what if i am more dumb than them? i will show to them and prove to myself that HARDWORK TRIUMPHANT GIFETED TALENTS!!! yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believed that HARDWORK BEATS GIFTED. I dun remember where i've seen this phrase b4. but jsut this 3 simple words can be very motivating. I vow to do my best for every class test and especially my mid year and all my exams, also, final year is the most important. OK.. so All the best to me! and to everyone! anyway, people whu looked down on me will be stumble under my feet the next exam. MARK MY WORDS. sometime, This inmoralise people can be very useful too. they looked down on ppl, and the people whu have been looked down will study even harder. Like last year, i always lost to him in exams and he keep discriminate my test papers. until the final year. i beat him!! hahaahahahahh!! still cannot forget the sequence of how he cannot show off to me with his bloody results! yea~ What a fruitful learning point i had! So. people.. plz dun come and HAO LIAN( action ) to me about something. U all will b giving me STRESS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114212783050500526?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114212783050500526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114212783050500526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114212783050500526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114212783050500526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/03/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114096426403400453</id><published>2006-02-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:31:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Following Day</title><content type='html'>It Was a fabulous day for someone like me to have, Went out and play DOTA again.. with my frends.. soon i will get bored of dota. i think i've already got bored of it. Try thinking every single day u eat Chicken rice for ur dinner. If  you dun get bored of  it, den i must reckon that YOUR NOT A HUMAN BEING!! OMG!! DEN UR A MACHINE!!!! cause machine  eat Oil, Fuel, Battries , Energy sources, for thier Breakfast dinner lunch AND EVEN SUPPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bedok interchange and meet my frends there. OMG MAN. YONG SHUN SPIKE HIS HAIR until its look as if he just wake up from his bed!! LOL! SO FUNNIE!!  And me, yong shun, Sin yong, daniel and eric went to play dota. eric, tat PANG SEI kia of cause. pang sei us and went to accompany with his stead. nvm, her stead was the reason he pang sei us. acceptable reason. PLAYED dota and really getting death bored. can bored to death. After that, went to tampines mall food court there to have a taste of the japanese cusine. The chicken teriyaki was really marvellous! With the combination of the source and the crsipy fired chicken, Really make me drool on the spot. After our dinner, we went home. haha. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is monday. And, also have band practices.. I am thinking tat how can we get gold with so little time left? its like We have a shortage of time. And worst among the worst, We do not have the support of SPF teachers. ONI 6 more sats TO DO OUR FORMATION! and i remembered that there is still one more part of the formation which is the part where i looked forward to doing. THE SCROPION! When will it start to do THE SCROPION? and, the next big thinkg coming up is THE SPORTS DAY! and that is the time where we going to perform!! OH MAN i cant wait! I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT OUR STANDARD! yea.! And the competition is nearing, its keep on coming nearer and nearer. How i hope we would have more time to do formation instead of sectional music!.. arghgh.. Too bad, the SPF teachers dun wanna us to get GOLD, but we show them WE get GOLD WITH HONOUR (did i spelled wrongly? izzit honest or honour?) INSTEAD. haha!. Den mayb there is a slight hope that we will not seperate and continue working with the SPF till the next outdoor! I dun think this can be true anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bty. i wan to THANKS Alvin Ngor, Genevieve and Sa'ddah JIE for giving me a beautiful birday ever. Certainly brightened up my day! Thank You guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114096426403400453?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114096426403400453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114096426403400453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114096426403400453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114096426403400453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/02/following-day.html' title='The Following Day'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11538292.post-114018973768509195</id><published>2006-02-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:22:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days I Had.</title><content type='html'>Phew~! what a BLAST! Time really passes so fast without noticing me. Or izzit I the one who did not notice? haha. being a month since i updated my blog.. and only some daily vistors like Yiling, Alvin Ngor, Hui Fang ,Sa'ddah Jie And Farizah came to see my blog. haha thanks for reading this useless blog. Or mayb just passing by? Anyway. thanks for tagging my blog.Always  make the atmosphere in my blog changed whenever i came and in sees ur taggies. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Some day i had was worth having me to rack my rusty brains. Retriving all the datas i had stored inside my brains, recalling all the fun exciting memorable day with the help of my rusted braincells. So.. braincells, GET TO WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/2/2006(which is today la)&lt;br /&gt;A normal school day. Went to school and get a IPP progress which Deprives me of having My freedom of GOING TO THE TOILETS!!. I Was having quite a bad tummy ache because of all the lying down on my stomach. Elise, Yong Shun lie on my stomach while waiting for the prolonged "terminated annocement" to come. And den That Elise keep saying my body odour very smelly!! wah lao. Xiu Li Also.. LOL.. DRIVES ME CRAZY. IF ITS SMELLY DEN DUN LIE LOR! Funny people.Finally The "call from gods" arrived around 10.45am. going 11 am. Things to take note of. I WIL NVR USE THE TOILETS IN THE CLASS ROOM!! i will rather endure the pain or mayb just let it out in the class room. haha! stinking the whole classroom! i am sure by doing that, i can force everybody out of the room and i will be the headings for tomorrow's annoucement during the morning assembly. After school, i went With Boo Keong And alvin ngor to eat the roti prata nearby our school there, It was delicious although it was KOSONG prata. But the malay shops there is so EX~! ah boo just ordered a chicken wing and plain rice and that amount of insufficient plate cost 3.60 DOLLAR?! omg.. at skool buy the Uncle Ali one 1.40 dollar so much cheaper sia. But. Good quality Comes with a price too. after that. went and buy bubble tea. chocolate favour. and i waited impatiently as all the ping yians CUT QUEUE.. aiyoo~ children this days.. including me. i also cut queue in school lol. Must b influenced by us, the senior of ping yi. -_-'''..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three 3 of us decieded to walk to interchange to the bedok library and find chelsea to study together. chelsea was in mac at that point of time when i was in the library. so i smsed her and ask her come library. b4 she meet with us, the 3 of us talks lot of CRAPS! WAHHA!. alvin ngor. i knew it. you cannot hide anything from US! wahahha! Talks about our batch of sec 3s. and shared quite a lot of secrets. It was heart-warming. Certainly straightened out my spirit into more cheerful as i was feeling kinda down. also dunno why. mood swing bah.. after chelsea came. we went down the 1st floor library and took the seventeens , teens and some football magazines for the 2 Football freaking fans. none other den alvin and KEONG. THEY TOK ABOUT FOOTBALL FROM PING YI ALL THE WAY TO THE LIBRARY. And the worst thing is. i dun even understand a arabic languauges they toking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the crappings about the Penis and all the other pervert damm pervert stuffs, we went to eat the well-known mutton soup in interchange. Alvin ngor is still the magnanimous alvin we knew. As Always. he dun wan to be left eating alone, he treated us mutton soup. making me and boo keong guilty as he insist.. so, We just take the offer lor! =D. After debating with alvin ngor, as always, alvin ngor always the one who wins. and we went to his house and slack. WE watch dodgeball in his "karoke PUB", we also eats dinner inside his house. You can imagine how lucky alvin ngor is having to eat such delicious food cooked by his maid everyday whenever he wants! wahh! so envious. So envious!!!! ARGGHH!! but. can b considered as a blessing in disguise cause i will suffer from obesity because of all the fats i eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our fun stops at about 8.20. i and keong took bus and reached home at about 9. and was here bloogging frm 9 till now. haha pro. half playing DOTA half blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the others day. i lazy to blog. anyway, i read this blog to myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11538292-114018973768509195?l=forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114018973768509195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11538292&amp;postID=114018973768509195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114018973768509195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11538292/posts/default/114018973768509195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevainmyhearts.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-i-had.html' title='The Days I Had.'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935728668630965609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
