<?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-4912879558469581773</id><updated>2012-02-01T22:40:46.736+08:00</updated><category term='Today was suppose to be a beautiful day.'/><category term='The Adorable charming :D'/><category term='AHHH'/><category term='dumb .. dumb .. dumb ..'/><category term='Exhausted. Gaaah'/><category term='depressing.'/><category term='It&apos;s time to stay apart from those jerks.'/><category term='ILY.'/><category term='I still love Edward. so much.'/><category term='Ordinary me. I wish to be special.'/><category term='you/getlost.'/><category term='I might be crying if you&apos;re gone.'/><category term='2 days more. Hehes'/><category term='When will the deep feeling brings to an end ?'/><category term='Im so scared one day you&apos;ll leave me.'/><category term='I shouldn&apos;t be too close with him'/><category term='Fairytales dont always have a happy ending do they ?'/><category term='There&apos;s something between us but idk how to describe :)'/><category term='Isshh'/><category term='Ignorance.'/><category term='Limit limit limit.'/><category term='The Curve Im Coming =)'/><category term='failed to upload photos -.- geez'/><category term='But at least'/><category term='I got you (:'/><category term='Schoolling on SAT is weirddd.'/><category term='when you believe.'/><category term='There will be a miracle'/><category term='right ? =/'/><category term='the hardest tagg =x'/><category term='Good things around me (:'/><category term='kursus'/><category term='Some people want it all'/><category term='Report-card Day.'/><category term='miserable.'/><category term='dripping.'/><category term='..'/><category term='unforgetable kursus ;)'/><category term='6s6s6s'/><category term='Dee Daa Dum.'/><category term='doesnt mean I really feel nothing at all.'/><category term='Variety = MixFm :)'/><category term='dreams.'/><category term='crapz'/><category term='funny day ;D'/><category term='A special day for us'/><category term='I felt touched and sorry.'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='fcuk off.'/><category term='I wanna hang out with friends more =/'/><category term='Bitch&apos;s Crow-like mouth.'/><category term='Sometimes it is just'/><category term='Enjoyable day.'/><category term='Think before you do anything.'/><category term='tagged.'/><category term='a splendid moment.'/><category term='Hesitation ends when love begins.'/><category term='Sometimes I act like nothing'/><category term='Dresses ROCK'/><category term='but I dont want nothing at all.'/><category term='ignore ignore.'/><category term='Endah Parade.'/><title type='text'>Spread Love Like Violence!</title><subtitle type='html'>'Cause eventually, love conquers all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>809</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6198554854972808159</id><published>2012-01-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:06:47.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你们在哪里, 在做什么?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好不习惯, 那么多年来我都有你们在我身边听我说话… 我说什么你们都听。说了出来, 我会舒服很多, 可是你们却都不再身边了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时心里有很多话想说, 可是我不会表达自己, 说不出, 很压抑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;非常非常压抑, 不知到哪一天会承受不住。好担心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉, 我又如何要求其他人和你们一样能了解我呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像我一个外表那么冷酷那么高傲的人, 怎么找回你们一班知心? 看起来没有谁都不会不行, 其实我是世界上最害怕孤独的女生… 习惯了伪装, 假装很独立, 因为自尊心总是太强, 不愿低头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂静的夜里, 我真的很惦记你们。&lt;br /&gt;五年, 不长不短, 让我成长了许多, 从你们身上学习的, 会让我一生获益匪浅。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6198554854972808159?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6198554854972808159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6198554854972808159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6198554854972808159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6198554854972808159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-938696293587492607</id><published>2011-12-29T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:57:16.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012, WILL be my year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gStIhBUQooE/TvwrKKgg1II/AAAAAAAADDA/9LoILORk2zU/s1600/2011-12-28%2B21.43.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gStIhBUQooE/TvwrKKgg1II/AAAAAAAADDA/9LoILORk2zU/s400/2011-12-28%2B21.43.34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691471482708874370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I threw myself an unexplainable question: Why did I stop blogging?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer seemed to be insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to update my Twitter. When I have a smart phone that can access Twitter as easy as abc, I don't feel the need to actually blog anymore. But still, blogging has been a big part of my life for so many years. Often, I felt like removing my blog. When everyone's all grown up, so busy with their lives, so occupied with their stuffs, studies, events, ... Will people actually read my blog, still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing- When college starts, am I free enough to blog often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, the blog is exposed to the world. It'd be troublesome if I make it private, though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spm's over. I had my hair dyed and the result was satisfying. I felt like a new person now, move on to the next chapter of my life. I look definitely a little different now than when I'm in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell how looking forward I am towards 2012. I'm so proud of myself I finally done the plannings and got the questions in my head solved. Instead of setting a limit for myself for my future degree, I'm giving myself a few options. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After registering the college, I found out... More than 20 people I know are joining me. Ohhh, myyy, God. Imagine! Before 2012 starts I'm already so excited to meet everyone. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time allows, I might will spend my future weekends updating my blog about my college life. Or not :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt if anyone reads it. -_____- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, 2012, I have a feeling it'd be great. I wanna thank a friend who helped to settle my college problem :) I hope we'll have great, great times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all my current class/schoolmates all the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-938696293587492607?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/938696293587492607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=938696293587492607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/938696293587492607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/938696293587492607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-will-be-my-year.html' title='2012, WILL be my year.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gStIhBUQooE/TvwrKKgg1II/AAAAAAAADDA/9LoILORk2zU/s72-c/2011-12-28%2B21.43.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6499547307289491824</id><published>2011-12-19T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:43:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的青春。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/375267_10150448241100480_556600479_8458200_1775109271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/375267_10150448241100480_556600479_8458200_1775109271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一场名为青春的潮水淹没了我们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381378_2601938701104_1633933194_2461301_693168149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381378_2601938701104_1633933194_2461301_693168149_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;退时，浑身湿透的我们一起坐在沙滩上，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390320_2601995862533_1633933194_2461396_2003805458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390320_2601995862533_1633933194_2461396_2003805458_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着我们最喜爱的女孩用力挥舞双手，幸福踏向人生的另一端。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/389985_10150448204255480_556600479_8458160_1680859613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/389985_10150448204255480_556600479_8458160_1680859613_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下一次浪来，会带走女孩留在沙滩上的美好足迹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/385498_2601971181916_1633933194_2461354_242742823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 390px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/385498_2601971181916_1633933194_2461354_242742823_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我们还在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383723_2601777337070_1633933194_2461199_701719374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383723_2601777337070_1633933194_2461199_701719374_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刻在我们心中女孩的模样，也还会在。&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;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/376090_2601993782481_1633933194_2461393_665750935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/376090_2601993782481_1633933194_2461393_665750935_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;豪情不减，嘻笑当年。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6499547307289491824?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6499547307289491824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6499547307289491824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6499547307289491824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6499547307289491824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='我的青春。'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-9016484661849331275</id><published>2011-12-02T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:42:04.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regigi's Surprising Seventeen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390240_2535600442689_1633933194_2434710_737420651_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 700px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390240_2535600442689_1633933194_2434710_737420651_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiangting told Regigi to have one-on-one dinner on the day before her birthday. &lt;div&gt;That's what it seemed to be. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, that's just one of the ways to surprise her! Actually Vivian, Clement and I would be joining too. But yeah, I suggested we coming out one by one to give her continuous excitement :DD So.. We were supposed to arrive 15 minutes earlier. Fyi that's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;last minute&lt;/span&gt; planning, Xiangting and I actually had not much of such organizing experience (BECAUSE IT WAS ALWAYS REGINA WHO PLANNED FOR EACH OF OUR BIRTHDAYS! 8D) &lt;b&gt;so we were really really anxious about it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why the night before after Bio paper, when everyone felt like SPM WAS FINALLY OVER, I WAS STILL STRESSED AND EXHAUSTED. Because we were like calling and texting each other non-stop for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered asking Vivian and Xiangting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if this this this fails?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if she saw us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I bought the wrong present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if... She's not surprised?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-ifs. And what-ifs. First experience wei..... :*) &lt;b&gt;LUP DUP LUP DUPPPPPP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly when I was about to leave the house, it rained -.- It made everyone who was supposed to arrive in time, LATE. LOL! Omg I was sooo worried when I arrived 2 minutes late. But who knows when I stepped in tried to look for everyone, it showed no sign at all. I told the waiter who handed me menus that I was waiting for my friends and he nodded understandingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know where to sit yet, embarrassed to take large table when Im alone, I picked a two-seated table right at the entrance. (Meanwhile praying Regina wouldn't be the first to arrive LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Vivian because I was indeed anxious. Everyone was caught in the traffic jam because of the sudden heavy rain! Waited and waited anxiously alone like I was waiting for my boyfriend on our first date. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt glad when Xiangting arrived. Moved to a five seated table later. (ACTUALLY, RECALLING BACK, IF THE DINNER WAS SO CALLED "ONE-ON-ONE", WHY PICK A FIVE SEATED TABLE? LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Clement and Vivian finally arrived, I pulled them to the next room to hide. I was wearing a cap to disguise somemore. lmao... Quickly we combined the card that Vivian made and the present I bought together and put into the plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGINA ARRIVED. HAHAHA. Xiangting gave a miss call to Clement I think and I walked to her back to cover her eyes. And yeah. She guessed it was me. Haha! Then Vivian showed up! Regina literally shrieked- Yes, as how she described in her blog. HAHA. But I bet the most surprising part was Clement's "HI, I PASSED BY HERE!" Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had tears rolling in her eyes :'))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/386583_2535595842574_1633933194_2434702_992473354_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/386583_2535595842574_1633933194_2434702_992473354_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the menu... Clement instantaneously calculated the prices between ala-carte and set meals. &lt;i&gt;"You see, ala-carte only RM9.90, with set, RM16-20! Set meals are meant to be cheaper right but its not, blahblahblah"&lt;/i&gt; hhahahaha then we all laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chit-chatted non-stop for 2.5 hours there. FUNNY CONVERSATIONS! Some jokes were shared by Regina in her blog. And omg the food ordered were too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement told us that during Form2, Zhaoxuan told Waichun to EAT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waichun:&lt;i&gt; "You dare to bring em here, I dare to eat!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zhaoxuan really ran to guardhouse and collected some cat poos and poured on Waichun's table! Omg laugh out loud. &lt;i&gt;"Nah, I brought em here, EAT NOW!"&lt;/i&gt; LOLOLOL Waichun cleaned his table for seven times after that. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also during SPM, I forgotten which science subject's paper 3, Waichun said something like, &lt;i&gt;"If this experiment comes out, I sure tear the paper."&lt;/i&gt; And when they got the paper, flipping through every page, on the last page its really the experiment mentioned. HAHAHA, Clement said a few boys literally laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Vivian wore a pink dress that day, matched with a pink necklace, but it was sleeveless and she looked so shy. She excused herself to go to toilet halfway, and when she came out, she came out with a cartigan on. LOOOOOOOL. AND AND, She first appeared in pony tail. But we were like, WHY TIE YOUR HAIR, PUT DOWN LA! Xiangting pulled her rubber band and she was like so vulnerable. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/388446_2535598242634_1633933194_2434706_2041044737_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/388446_2535598242634_1633933194_2434706_2041044737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/376479_2535599122656_1633933194_2434708_1423096181_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/376479_2535599122656_1633933194_2434708_1423096181_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement whispered something to the waiter, Regina: &lt;i&gt;"What did you say to him?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement: &lt;i&gt;"Nolah I told him we're about to leave and asked him to clean our table HEHE"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting the waiter to bring out the cake from the fridge, with candles lighted, to our table in a romantic and dramatic way. HAHA BUT GUESS WHAT, AIYO he took the cake, with the box, in a plastic bag, out, just like that. HAHAHA HOW AWKWARD! Clement asked for lighter somemore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/388346_2535600002678_1633933194_2434709_1358899733_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 550px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/388346_2535600002678_1633933194_2434709_1358899733_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her the present and she insisted to open the next day. Haha. We wasted the ice cream, she wasted the mushroom soup and we all wasted the cakes. TOO FULL :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://giina-theonlyone.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-feeling-is-extraordinary.html"&gt;http://giina-theonlyone.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-feeling-is-extraordinary.html&lt;/a&gt; to find out more! :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-9016484661849331275?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/9016484661849331275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=9016484661849331275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9016484661849331275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9016484661849331275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/12/regigis-surprising-seventeen.html' title='Regigi&apos;s Surprising Seventeen!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-4355108191230484500</id><published>2011-11-27T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:21:43.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Spm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Last day of spm falls on 7th December. So... This is the schedule.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7th Dec, after the paper I will be joining some classmates to buy raw materials in a supermarket nearby. Wondering what are the stuffs for? Haha. Those are for steamboat and bbq during class trip in PD. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;8-10th, three days two nights by the seaside, I guess. Hehe. About 29 person in total. 5 bedrooms. Double storey bungalow. While the ratio of boys and girls are almost 1:1, Im still wondering which group will eventually get more rooms. Haha will any girl willing to share rooms with boys? Big LOL!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope the bus would not be overloaded by our baggages, FOODS (we will be preparing the foods ourselves, suddenly feeling so lucky that we have three king scouts with us!) only one meal we'll be going out and search for restaurants nearby to eat. I hope its going to be a seafood restaurant? :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope our few hours journey to and fro wouls be safe and smooth. I mean, SAFE without accidents. A part of me always feel afraid if anything bad will happen during the journey. Those buses, you know. But thank god the journey wouldnt be too far and the risk is therefore lowered. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Besides we are also bringing along first aid kit, utensils, and stuffs like shampoos. Assuming thats an empty bungalow besides furnitures. I hope we wont bump into something dirty too, lol, so perhaps we will follow Karyee's suggestion which is watching ghost movies on the last day when we have everything packed ready to leave.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So that if anything *coughs* happen we can run out of the house like nobody's business. Haha. Sounds adventurous!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Must must not forget to bring sunblock. Lol. Omggg cant wait for it! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the trip, Regina wants a day out for Breaking Dawn. (Pity her cause she had to persuade us to hang out for her own birthday outing kesian) XD and a twilight saga movie marathon. Oh she demands an ice skating outing too! :) damn. The last time I went for an ice skating was during Form 1 or Standard six. Three times in a year left me three ugly scars on my ankle. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok nuff said. 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I dont wanna hang out anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from &lt;a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'&gt;Bloggeroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2837682135866958775?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2837682135866958775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2837682135866958775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2837682135866958775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2837682135866958775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wanna-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7582782111199003817</id><published>2011-11-25T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:23:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Im so lost of words. I cant blog anymore :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from &lt;a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'&gt;Bloggeroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7582782111199003817?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7582782111199003817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7582782111199003817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7582782111199003817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7582782111199003817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-lost-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2924715289601609623</id><published>2011-11-21T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:02:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dlZ4E3jSn9w/TspoCkbMBeI/AAAAAAAADC0/o-XVuDVnK1Q/1321887826915.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dlZ4E3jSn9w/TspoCkbMBeI/AAAAAAAADC0/o-XVuDVnK1Q/s288/1321887826915.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 288px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from &lt;a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'&gt;Bloggeroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2924715289601609623?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2924715289601609623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2924715289601609623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2924715289601609623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2924715289601609623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/11/posted-from-bloggeroid.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dlZ4E3jSn9w/TspoCkbMBeI/AAAAAAAADC0/o-XVuDVnK1Q/s72-c/1321887826915.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2124491590392550357</id><published>2011-10-17T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:43:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. AM. DETERMINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2124491590392550357?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2124491590392550357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2124491590392550357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2124491590392550357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2124491590392550357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/10/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6128149957869354802</id><published>2011-10-06T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:56:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>假如一天,我们可以这样幸福。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296644_202348526500207_136854566382937_470419_638154515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296644_202348526500207_136854566382937_470419_638154515_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好,&lt;br /&gt;一起去的陌生城市, 看美丽的风景, 吃出名的地摊小吃，&lt;br /&gt;每一处足迹都伴着一串串的笑声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好,&lt;br /&gt;一起去爬以前说好的一座山, 大手拉小手依偎着，&lt;br /&gt;对天际流星许相依相守下诺言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好 ，&lt;br /&gt;我时不时无理取闹, 你时不时宽容体贴，&lt;br /&gt;我们时不时吵闹冷战, 最后却一起妥协。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;置一所不大不小的房子, 一起设计一起装饰,&lt;br /&gt;将温暖渗透着家的点点滴滴里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;早上醒来能偷偷吻上你的眉眼，&lt;br /&gt;见你睡得沉稳,便是满心欢喜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;下班煮好饭菜等你回来, 看着你不顾形象的大吃大嚼，&lt;br /&gt;微笑着拭去你嘴角的残渣, 雀跃到心底开花。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;晚上窝在你温暖的怀抱里乱蹬乱蹭 ，&lt;br /&gt;无赖的央你唱歌, 然后自个偷笑你五音不全。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;我洗过长长的头发, 你用毛巾帮我擦干，&lt;br /&gt;告诉我, 我的味道你已经习惯多年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;在你出差前帮你收拾行李, 事无巨细，&lt;br /&gt;叮嘱你按时吃饭, 注意休息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;你每天早上穿着我搭配的衣物出门前，&lt;br /&gt;拥抱我说, 你眼光真好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;每当有美女走近你, 我还是会撒娇吃醋。&lt;br /&gt;你却和我十指紧握对她说, 我家有珍宝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天, 我们这样幸福好不好，&lt;br /&gt;每当我晚归,昏黄的路灯下总有你熟悉的身影，&lt;br /&gt;我紧紧挽着你的臂弯走向属于我们的家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假如一天, 我们可以这样幸福，&lt;br /&gt;我会在你忙碌的时候, 倒杯热茶给你，&lt;br /&gt;我会在你疲惫的时候, 陪你解闷，&lt;br /&gt;我会在你脆弱的时候, 告诉你, 我一直都在你身边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假如一天, 我们可以这样幸福，&lt;br /&gt;我会在日历上标注每一个值得纪念的日子，&lt;br /&gt;写下那么多甜蜜美好的回忆，&lt;br /&gt;我会陪你度过以后的每一个生日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假如一天, 我们可以这样幸福，&lt;br /&gt;我愿意为你生一个孩子, 一起守着宝宝成长，&lt;br /&gt;我们日渐老去, 感情却一如既往。&lt;br /&gt;等到我们白发苍苍, 步履维艰的时候，&lt;br /&gt;还可以一起翻看旧照, 细数此生温暖平淡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假如一天, 我们可以这样幸福，&lt;br /&gt;我愿意一辈子就这么赖着你, 守着你，&lt;br /&gt;岁月静好, 现世安稳, 不离不弃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all tears reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sources: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.6705.com/xian/readarticle.php?xid=2101"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.6705.com/xian/readarticle.php?xid=2101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6128149957869354802?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6128149957869354802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6128149957869354802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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DEATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7733464833286355829?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7733464833286355829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7733464833286355829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7733464833286355829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7733464833286355829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/10/bored-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence 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Thank you so much, I really do appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since not many people remember my blog link and not many people read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/294193_2468342310598_1313520866_2909992_1783372937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/294193_2468342310598_1313520866_2909992_1783372937_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss XT. Taken before trials exam, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321651_2468342830611_1313520866_2909994_1173848990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321651_2468342830611_1313520866_2909994_1173848990_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With her new bikini, no, swimsuit. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296420_2468341510578_1313520866_2909990_1613992835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296420_2468341510578_1313520866_2909990_1613992835_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked too bad after the hair being destroyed by chlorine molecules, so acting cute was the only thing I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/304050_2468341030566_1313520866_2909989_1464348225_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/304050_2468341030566_1313520866_2909989_1464348225_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilly. Spent more than 30 minutes there but both of us got too weak stamina.&lt;br /&gt;Muscles were exhausted in just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296349_2468340390550_1313520866_2909988_383331343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296349_2468340390550_1313520866_2909988_383331343_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the one who failed to swim faster than me! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It was one of the greatest experience we've had together. Best way to relax, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311946_2468342030591_1313520866_2909991_249132467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311946_2468342030591_1313520866_2909991_249132467_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't look as horrible as you think what. Ugh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308893_2468339710533_1313520866_2909985_1686526659_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308893_2468339710533_1313520866_2909985_1686526659_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin. aka sor poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309520_2468344070642_1313520866_2909997_1131580048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309520_2468344070642_1313520866_2909997_1131580048_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/301635_2468343750634_1313520866_2909996_332614624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/301635_2468343750634_1313520866_2909996_332614624_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two adorable stuffs. x)))))))) cute like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319908_2468343430626_1313520866_2909995_1367383573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319908_2468343430626_1313520866_2909995_1367383573_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checked out Miss Whatever's newly furnished shop. The location was exchanged with Teddy Tales, under same company. Miss Whatever is now the larger shop already! Selling even shoes. Not just normal shoes but very vintage-feeling shoes. Seriously, thumbs up for the renewation. &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;Must visit again. During sales. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been in Mid Valley every Saturday night, right after my tuition in Kasturi. LOL, usually my saturdays are spent like that. Speechless I know, thats why I decided not to go anymore unless there's sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, if you're there and there are sales, PLEASE PLEASE INFORM ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312516_2468332430351_1313520866_2909980_139384672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312516_2468332430351_1313520866_2909980_139384672_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this in S&amp;amp;J! SO ADORABLE (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302536_2468332750359_1313520866_2909981_718213669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302536_2468332750359_1313520866_2909981_718213669_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still very into Richard Clayderman's masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's feeling like learning violin now. Omg, those are my future education fees leh WEI. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315583_2468330790310_1313520866_2909978_805343550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315583_2468330790310_1313520866_2909978_805343550_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hairbands!!!! Seriously my favourite. LOL. Found em in Miss T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the skirt was supposed to wear that way. I wore the opposite way because... *sniffs* Im not fat enough to support it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to gain fat, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316243_2468329910288_1313520866_2909977_731312186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316243_2468329910288_1313520866_2909977_731312186_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot a dog, a duck, a cat, a piggy, a turtle and a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually rubber bands. Haha yes, what we use to tie our hair. The shape will never change at the same time, every flexible too. And what's more, they can also be used to wear as bracelet. Serious :D Together they'll make a colourful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-3826328440733470235?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3826328440733470235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=3826328440733470235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3826328440733470235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3826328440733470235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1362064658267907527</id><published>2011-10-03T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:38:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;不确定就别亲吻，感情很容易毁了一个人。 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一个人若不够狠，爱淡了不离不弃多残忍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你留下来的垃圾, 我一天一天总会丢完的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我甚至真心真意的祝福, 永恒在你的身上先发生。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还是要幸福, 你千万不要再招惹别人哭..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;所有错误从我这里落幕, 别跟着我, 铭心 刻骨..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你还是要幸福, 我才能确定我还得很清楚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;确定自己再也不会占据 你的篇幅&lt;br /&gt;明天 开始， 这一切都结束。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还我钥匙的备份，我觉得再见可以很单纯。&lt;br /&gt;我甚至真心真意的祝福，永恒在你的身上先发生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你如果很幸福，半夜的简讯 我就无需回覆。&lt;br /&gt;因为你的悲喜已经有了容身之处，我也能有， 最纯粹的孤独。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最孤独的孤独。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;田馥甄 - 还是要幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1362064658267907527?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1362064658267907527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1362064658267907527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1362064658267907527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1362064658267907527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6517323501951779990</id><published>2011-10-02T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:56:33.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just read this, it will make a difference.</title><content type='html'>I don't care if you are a boy or girl or guy or a woman or Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;If only everyone could see this and understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stares at your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a dummy cause she thinks shes stronger than you,&lt;br /&gt;Grab her and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Ask her whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you,&lt;br /&gt;Give her your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away,&lt;br /&gt;Pull her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst,&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she's beautiful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold her and don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you see her walking,&lt;br /&gt;Sneak up and hug her waist from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared,&lt;br /&gt;Protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hoodie,&lt;br /&gt;Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you,&lt;br /&gt;Tease her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Reassure her that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Back yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When she says that she loves you,&lt;br /&gt;She really does more than you can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Hold her's and play with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you,&lt;br /&gt;Bump into her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it safe and untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Don't look away until she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When she says it's over,&lt;br /&gt;She still wants you to be hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reposts this bulletin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants you to read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her because 10 yrs later she'll remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is: "Whose ass am I kicking baby?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6517323501951779990?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6517323501951779990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6517323501951779990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6517323501951779990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6517323501951779990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-read-this-it-will-make-difference.html' title='Just read this, it will make a difference.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-3266951496925706967</id><published>2011-09-30T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:36:11.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/319211_2456481094075_1313520866_2897317_1191131928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/319211_2456481094075_1313520866_2897317_1191131928_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first day of .. *counting* idk lah about 12 days holiday. XT was about to drop by and spend the day with me somehow the plan was canceled. So I kind of baby-sitted sister and friend. And I skipped english extra class this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;"We chinese(from China) are not afraid of death!"&lt;br /&gt;(points gun): "I thought you guys said you're not afraid?"&lt;br /&gt;"We're &lt;strong&gt;Indonesian chinese&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA heard this over and over again on TV for so long but only truly grasped recently. *hits head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally, finally, realized there's something thats not related to health sciences/ medical field that I am interested in. In case I decide to have an easier/effortless/more carefree life for future. Sadly girlfriends were all like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You sure you want that course?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But its a waste you're good in those bio/chem subjects.. Plus its not as professional as those you initially wanted to take.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No comment. I dont know much about that course.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Im especially good in those studies you know. The learning of Chemistry is always so effortless, Biology is really fun to study, Physics no problem.. Sciences are my type. But results proved me that what I think is really what I think, I am actually.. not that good. Sorry, I mean outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 2 years younger, a senior jokingly revealed a fact that people who are very very good in sciences (like Hill &amp;amp; Ryan haha) usually go for Business/Finance. Whereas people who are so-so will go for tough studies like engineering and sciences. I laughed at that. (There's already that someone in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I rekindled the memories and realized that it was so true. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I overestimated myself. Sigh. Im not that good as I thought. So I might as well go for easier subjects I have a lil interest in better than undergo pressures I might wouldnt be able to cope with. Life's brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many girls around me are thinking of going for fields like lab sciences, dentistry, medicine. I assume the country wouldnt be lack of those professionals so yeah... Let's give the chance to those who want more. Im already a very dull person I shouldnt study so diehard after this already.. Im so worried of my character already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future me, will learn how to enjoy life, will know the right way to be happy, will discover fun while learning, and will enjoy the beauty of arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, thats why people change, their thinking change too as time goes by. Especially when it's a life-long thing. When it comes, we shall not regret because what's done, is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-3266951496925706967?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3266951496925706967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=3266951496925706967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3266951496925706967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3266951496925706967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2510397431806265639</id><published>2011-09-27T12:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:11:38.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC day. A very pleasant morning though.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.50am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Im not going to work today."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Serious? &lt;em&gt;*hesitates*&lt;/em&gt; Then&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I dont feel like going to school also. Theres a lame test today, schools like Desa Perdana, Sri Bintang Utara and MBS don't even have this test. Heard its just some intensive exercises."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Really ah. Wanna skip?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah I dont wanna go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted XT thinking that she didn't turn off her phone. But she did :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually prepared everything for school today. I even studied for the test, though MJ told me the test matters nothing. After changing from pyjamas to school uniform and got my hair everything ready, I changed back to pyjamas and went to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got on the bed, what happened in class yesterday, flashed in my mind immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral teacher came in with a namelist and started calling names of 50% of the classmates. K Im included -.- Didn't pass up moral notes. The reason why was because I didn't know what to write in my notes besides the moral values, definitions and the keywords. So its like so meaningless right to continue doing it. It's not really helping much as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name got called and every of us stood up. After the test paper issue she started changing her attitude towards the class. We all used to ignore her when she teach because she's so soft and so bully-able. For like almost 2 years. Now she totally changed to a fierce, strict and insistent one. Even her tone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'll give you all a day to complete your notes and must be handed in during the morning the next day or else I'll give the names to discipline teacher and there'll be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad record&lt;/span&gt; on your coccuriculum form."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up from bed* "Mom!" *blurted everything out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah just a book only what. Doesnt matter lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;":/ Okay......" (very worried actually, but its almost 6.30am, too late to regret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.ooam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wake up wake up! Let's go to the clinic together after dropping your sis at Playstation."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister's tutor Michelle was wondering why wasn't I in school. Hahaha. Okay so along the way to the clinic it was pleasant. The morning was quiet, chilly but theres warmth of sunlight also. The road wasn't as busy as usual since its a weekday most of the people went for work and there were no sign of any kids or teenagers cause they're all supposed to be in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered our names since its our first time there. Found out that the clinic was new, just opened for 6 months only. Clean, bright, very condusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the chinese doctor, Dr Troy. (like his name!) he checked on the swell in Mom's eye and confirmed it was virus attack. "Confirm not cancerous." haha *smiles* Blood pressure checked, very good and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nurse, hand me a forcep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the nurse didn't really know whats a forcep....... I switched glances with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;"Even I know whats a forcep." :P&lt;br /&gt;I think I can consider to work as a part time nurse next year. The salary's quite high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's my turn. &lt;em&gt;*whispered to Mom: check what? I just need the MC letter o.o*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits awkwardly next to Dr Troy*&lt;br /&gt;"So... (read my card) SPM huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiming how many A's?"&lt;br /&gt;"10. Full As."&lt;br /&gt;"How many A's you got now?"&lt;br /&gt;"9."&lt;br /&gt;"Science stream? Art stream?"&lt;br /&gt;"Science."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Plan to study medicine?"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* "Considering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm then you'll have to study real hard for it. But you gotta take specialized subjects. There are many young surgeons in their twenties I see, wow they have operations to work on almost everyday. You know for the first few years we worked for the government, our families all got free medicines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*nods head*&lt;br /&gt;*grasped in wonderment*&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he checked the stomach area. I lied on the bed while he hitted gently on the parts.&lt;br /&gt;"Here's your appendix."&lt;br /&gt;"Um hmm o.o"&lt;br /&gt;"Liver."&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;"Stomach."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listed around 10 parts. LOL SO PRO. *admires*&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;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296416_2444970206310_1313520866_2888922_1133315010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296416_2444970206310_1313520866_2888922_1133315010_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he knocked on one of the parts and found out it didn't sound normal so he gave me gastric pills. Im not sure of hows gastric pain like, actually... So there's still the possibility of me suffering from gastric all these while without my realization. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what are antibiotics for. Dont understand. And my body temperature was higher than the normal degree so he said Im having slight fever. (Dont understand either. I was feeling great hahahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The conclusion is, Im not taking any of the pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the supermarket near my house after that. All by walking. It felt like... Dont know how to say but we usually take car when going out right? So :) Ah it felt so nice. Morning sun is good for health somemore. Normally sun during noon burn my skin v.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the pleasant morning with Mom. Just the two of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, how good it feels like to stay at home instead of attending the school."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It's just like how good it is to stay at home instead of going to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both wished that we could stay at home everyday. Like mother, like daughter. How nice..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet up with moral teacher tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe if I have doctor's letter she might be reasonable with my excuse but if she really have sent my name (might be ONLY MY NAME out of 20+ students) omg scare scare. Then............ fine I have no choice. D: I'll still give her my book. At least I've completed my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life like this is simple. Carefree and relaxing. I would love to live such a life when I got old, together, happily with the one I love, till the end of the life.&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/4912879558469581773-2510397431806265639?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2510397431806265639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2510397431806265639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2510397431806265639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2510397431806265639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/09/mc-day-very-pleasant-morning-though.html' title='MC day. A very pleasant morning though.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-9118203040109796780</id><published>2011-09-25T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:40:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My blog has lost its attractiveness for so long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-9118203040109796780?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/9118203040109796780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=9118203040109796780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9118203040109796780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9118203040109796780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-blog-has-lost-its-attractiveness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1967378979490785167</id><published>2011-09-23T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:54:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Nap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15073392/3032627296_1_11_nfGEONq4_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15073392/3032627296_1_11_nfGEONq4_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I could walk forever in my garden ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a fresh nap for an hour :) Had a nice day in school as usual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got back our my history paper, A+! Omg real first time.. But I'm not satisfied yet. I'll only feel satisfied if I can achieve that for SPM. Still, aw. Physics and Biology were distributed too! Left only paper 2-s. We're all left hanging wondering what will our total marks be. Ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks for Physics were higher than I've expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're grumpy after hearing some news :( Would anyone be happy if they get good grades without working real hard but using some shortcuts? Would anyone? :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a text today: "LOL found your yearbook pic." In other school. Lololol. They might dig out my form1 pictures! Oh em gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I haven't talk about my braces yet. Guess what, I picked rainbow colours, like finally, dared myself, this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can I have rainbow colours?"&lt;br /&gt;Nurse 1: *smiled* "Can." *passed the packet of colour bands* "Choose 7 colours?"&lt;br /&gt;(picked 7 colours)&lt;br /&gt;(Nurse 1 and 2's whispered)&lt;br /&gt;(Dentist came back): "Eh? so many colours."&lt;br /&gt;Nurse 2: "Yeah, full set! xD"&lt;br /&gt;(Dentist smiled, putting on the colours while the nurses giggled non-stop -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's done, I opened my eyes. The nurses set their eyes on my teeth! Hahahahaha! And still giggling. Must have been wondering how did I make such a choice eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, seriously like this set of colours a lot. Then I learned to floss with braces on. Dear oh dear, flossing feels so gooooooood! I just hate it when theres spinach stuck in between the teeth. Cannot get rid of it just by brushing, ugh. And it's hard to floss with braces, but I've learned a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Im considering to study medical in the future, I'd choose dentistry over pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my future.. Im still thinking of what I can do while waiting for my SPM results to release. Not sure if I want to take driving test right after SPM but all my friends planned to... I feel so sick to attend seminars and tests already. Well I'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning a hang out with my girls! It's been REALLY effing long since we last hung out lah gosh :( Eversince I attend tuition classes whole day on the Saturday. And I haven't been ice-skating eversince standard 6 ._____. Haunted by the experience that I've been.. smashing into a dude. Wtf, it was awful much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sing-k woohoo! Already listing down must-sing songs. If I Die Young is going to be one of the songs! :DD And the songs by S.H.E we used to sing when we were younger. That would bring back a lot of nolstalgic memories :) Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVENT BEEN SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES LIKE FOR A YEAR ALREADY. Can you believe it or not!!! For the entire year whenever we go out we just look for housing items only :( Till we finally finish buying whatever we want, everybody is tired already, no longer able to shop, or even window-shop with me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I also found out quite a BIG (totally out of my expectation) number of friends around me wanted to study Form 6 yo. It means that if I plan to study Form 6, I will not be alone! :D And I've already planned where to study for that.. definitely not this school. I have been imagining the life in different school for some time! My sixth sense tells me Im going to love that place and I'll enjoy myself to the maximum there. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really found out what I want to study, I'll consider foundation. No point studying A levels when its as tough as Form 6. Gotta pay for that somemore, lol, no way. At least study Form 6 I'll stand a chance to get myself a place in local U. The only local U I long for is UM. *grins* Full of smart people oh em gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied for local matriculation. Even though I know there's only 0.01% of chances I'll get chosen, I still hope for the best. That's far far easier than Form 6 eh! Hahahahah *lazy* Plus future guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so long to blog. Hahahha bye! :D Love my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1967378979490785167?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1967378979490785167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1967378979490785167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1967378979490785167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1967378979490785167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/09/after-nap.html' title='After A Nap.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6250347889818008608</id><published>2011-09-22T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:06:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>It's the sivics paper today, woohoo. The exam started at 12.45pm, we spent whole day chit-chatting, especially Regina and I. XT tried to flip through the summaries (at least) but she was distracted by the conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm we talked about lots of stuffs. It's really some time, a month, minimum, for us to get to talk, share and update. We started talking about politics! Haha amazing much? No longer boy-girl relationships anymore. Like the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked until the voice got hoarse and throat so dry. The weather was windy, chilly. Sitting beside the window of the class, the two of them felt a lil headache as the breeze flew by, whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of politics..... It has never been so interesting. We're blessed cause this country's full of politic issues. Hahaha! Helped us to ease boredom. I started sharing those jokes by my tuition teacher, epic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya we got back our results :D Didn't manage to get A+ for Moral and English.. like how I did for the previous exam. Ishhh, so close so close! So close to my target :( fine lah fine lah. Know why am I so fine with it or not? I tell you why, omgee I got my first A+ for Maths! And yes, Maths, not ADDMaths. NOT yet. (expecting, though! Will my hard work be paid?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so happy cause XT got 100 for Maths! Every of us got a letter 9 in front, at least. So so happy. Imagine, that's one paper without tips. Without tips yo! Hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sivics paper was so unimportant till Miss Chin was talking to the whole class during the whole exam period. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How to know whether your paper 1 is bad? Easy lah, wrong more than 2 questions means bad lah. Cause there's one question that I couldn't solve *naughty face* I couldn't think of the formula."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. And one more, it took me a second to grasp the meaning. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"还有人要上诉吗？没有的话就给我爬下树来。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh em gee..... *hairs of epidermis arise*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanked her and Mr Teng for our satisfying results :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt good for Moral teacher. LOL pity Miss Lee! Zhaoxuan was so pissed because of the lousy marking scheme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why cannot melindungi hak wanita? Anak perempuan not wanita lah? The father only allow the son to go to school, but the daughter cannot, obviously he's sex-cist! If he melindungi hak kanak kanak he'll allow the son but not the daughter to go to school lah? So means now anak perempuan still a child yet cannot protect must wait till she grow up to be a wanita only can protect lah? Fine I stupid I stupid....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He literally mumbled that in front of Miss Lee! Oh em gee! Hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class also argued together with teacher. Till she got so speechless but hell yeah, you think she'll change because of our reunion? No way -.- I WAS SO CLOSE TO A+ urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhaoxuan was really really angry. "Angry already." Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to talk about but... I gotta go! :P Gotta call somebody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6250347889818008608?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6250347889818008608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6250347889818008608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6250347889818008608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6250347889818008608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/09/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7222453636374592972</id><published>2011-08-19T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:54:14.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post</title><content type='html'>From this colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJw5IHicYbE/Tk5OuLJrOOI/AAAAAAAADCI/LLbBgCYZlw4/s1600/Image5906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642533938316130530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJw5IHicYbE/Tk5OuLJrOOI/AAAAAAAADCI/LLbBgCYZlw4/s400/Image5906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rZ3aTh2-8/Tk5Ot-SzbbI/AAAAAAAADCA/Lqoc6dgNuwQ/s1600/Image5929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642533934864756146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rZ3aTh2-8/Tk5Ot-SzbbI/AAAAAAAADCA/Lqoc6dgNuwQ/s400/Image5929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7222453636374592972?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7222453636374592972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7222453636374592972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7222453636374592972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7222453636374592972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-post.html' title='Short post'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJw5IHicYbE/Tk5OuLJrOOI/AAAAAAAADCI/LLbBgCYZlw4/s72-c/Image5906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7839565126978370516</id><published>2011-08-18T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:35:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I couldn't ask for more :")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/1273806474_5ec4cede3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 430px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/1273806474_5ec4cede3c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagined my life studying in Singapore few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if so, I wouldn't have all these memories with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296362_10150259314253042_608068041_7600398_8174962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296362_10150259314253042_608068041_7600398_8174962_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/228972_10150259316758042_608068041_7600426_1362096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/228972_10150259316758042_608068041_7600426_1362096_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/291897_10150259313983042_608068041_7600396_711643_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/291897_10150259313983042_608068041_7600396_711643_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/297877_10150284311480750_549410749_7501731_1308506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/297877_10150284311480750_549410749_7501731_1308506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/294611_10150358534386729_775511728_9604256_892918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/294611_10150358534386729_775511728_9604256_892918_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185560_10150358522576729_775511728_9604086_4192913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185560_10150358522576729_775511728_9604086_4192913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262986_10150358522046729_775511728_9604074_2250837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262986_10150358522046729_775511728_9604074_2250837_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/295756_10150358522531729_775511728_9604085_1371917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296070_10150273111818731_645548730_7736602_6522455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298291_219365631447298_100001215870451_659983_7196268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298291_219365631447298_100001215870451_659983_7196268_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/297921_10150259314158042_608068041_7600397_6543959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/297921_10150259314158042_608068041_7600397_6543959_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185303_219367224780472_100001215870451_660022_1880666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185303_219367224780472_100001215870451_660022_1880666_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283866_2101271325949_1070411388_32447544_8090905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283866_2101271325949_1070411388_32447544_8090905_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/228871_2101277446102_1070411388_32447555_5441639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 651px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/228871_2101277446102_1070411388_32447555_5441639_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264092_2047642644049_1633933194_2005834_7141228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 481px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264092_2047642644049_1633933194_2005834_7141228_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268021_10150259276751520_772846519_7628250_2408475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 477px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268021_10150259276751520_772846519_7628250_2408475_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263472_2047657204413_1633933194_2005864_512203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 481px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263472_2047657204413_1633933194_2005864_512203_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264687_2047659484470_1633933194_2005870_4771628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 481px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264687_2047659484470_1633933194_2005870_4771628_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in KL is just nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I wouldnt have met you, FF.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7839565126978370516?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7839565126978370516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7839565126978370516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7839565126978370516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7839565126978370516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/08/imagined-my-life-studying-in-singapore.html' title='I knew I couldn&apos;t ask for more :&quot;)'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/1273806474_5ec4cede3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-9125624816637543994</id><published>2011-08-07T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:12:19.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/268052_2047618603448_1633933194_2005815_4947815_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/268052_2047618603448_1633933194_2005815_4947815_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;我躲在车里，手握著香槟。 想要给你，生日的惊喜。&lt;br /&gt;你越走越近，有两个声音， 我措手不及，只得楞在那里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;我应该在车底，不应该在车里，看到你们有多甜蜜。&lt;br /&gt;这样一来，我也比较容易死心，给我离开的勇气。&lt;br /&gt;他一定很爱你，也把我比下去，&lt;br /&gt;分手也只用了一分钟而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;他一定很爱你，比我会讨好你，不会像我这样孩子气，为难着你。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. Wow :) Stunned at the lyrics. Just like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-9125624816637543994?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/9125624816637543994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=9125624816637543994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9125624816637543994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9125624816637543994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-5939169383821631038</id><published>2011-08-04T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:20:51.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>下棋记。</title><content type='html'>会有那么的一天，我们各奔前程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有出国的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有当医生的&lt;br /&gt;有当艺人的&lt;br /&gt;有当音乐家的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有律师&lt;br /&gt;工程师&lt;br /&gt;舞蹈家&lt;br /&gt;科技大王&lt;br /&gt;生意家&lt;br /&gt;牙医&lt;br /&gt;主播&lt;br /&gt;绘测师&lt;br /&gt;会计师&lt;br /&gt;厨师&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等等，等等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，我们出人头地，在不同的行业、世界大拼，我们会怀念，如今一起共度的时光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全班一起讨厌某某老师，因为上课时她只会生气我们，而不用心教书。&lt;br /&gt;全班一起聆听某某老师说三道四，有她小学、中学、大学，和在社会工作时的种种趣事。那么地引人发笑、引人省思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男生因为顽皮，在班上下棋，惹数学老师生气，代表手拿整盘棋子不停地想要逃避老师的追逐。他就这样鼠头鼠脑的模样那着那盘棋子在班上兜圈，老师就一直跟着，同学们感觉仿佛在看电影一样。结果她没收了旗字，然后发问数学题时，聪明的男生会说：“老师，我想和你做个交易。Let's make a deal." 全班都大笑，就像往常一样。“One question one chess. 一题一个棋子。”原来他竟然想到要向老师索回棋子的妙计！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师笑了。常常都被这班可爱的男生搞的哭笑不得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;解答了第一题，他们要女生们知道装不知，男生们才有机会回答，以便拿回一个个棋子。回答地二题时，又是同样的代表，因为他是班上数学最强的。当他要拿回棋盘的纸，男生们异口同声地说，“不要拿纸，拿棋！纸张XXX的爸爸可以复印！” (XXX家里的生意是搞复印的)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的哭笑不得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数学节终于过了。老师踏出教室，有人大喊一声&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;：“耶！又可以下棋了！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-5939169383821631038?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5939169383821631038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=5939169383821631038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/5939169383821631038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/5939169383821631038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='下棋记。'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-3362106819475956414</id><published>2011-08-01T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:01:27.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself - Thirty Years From Now.</title><content type='html'>I sort of frowned before the lesson started because I didn't finish the two essays given by english teacher. And when she said, "Today, we're not gonna do essays, ..." And distributed A4 papers to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was what I thought when she wrote the title on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was. &lt;strong&gt;Oh man, mind maps again? Boring. *sulky face*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank minded was I. She started explaining and giving examples, saying that she used to imagine herself marrying a white man because they are more romantic, handsome, funny...... And she ended up marrying a traditional, good chinese man. (Everyone laughed because we all know her husband - our PK HEM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. And when she said did we girls ever imagine ourselves, as a fat middle aged woman after having a few kids in the future. Omg the term FAT was so sensitive I SAID NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try digging out your mothers' old photographs." I straight thought of my mother -.- Omg she's wasn't that fat too when she was young. She was so skinny exactly like me. (emo ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was happy when teacher said we could DRAW :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/285298_2277182731728_1313520866_2693050_2740737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/285298_2277182731728_1313520866_2693050_2740737_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher started going around and she mentioned an important point - She noticed that girls always have their future well planned. It's all either in timeline, arrows, in short very very well organized. In contrast boys do not usually plan their life as well as girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed. xD She's always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281783_2277183091737_1313520866_2693051_656994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281783_2277183091737_1313520866_2693051_656994_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued going around and said: "WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY THAT THEY MUST GRADUATE FROM UNIVERSITY?" That made me realized that this is what set in our minds since young. Must be flying colours, must graduate from university, must be successful doctors/lawyers/engineers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysians dare not dream, because they are all too afraid of failures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg I found it quite true. Before this, we didn't know what to fill in the A4 because we never really think of what our future's gonna be. And we are afraid if our dreams are able to come true, or is it realistic or not. Just like someone like me, I do not have really big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, since I am asked to draw. I just followed what my mind said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250233_2277183251741_1313520866_2693052_4875368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250233_2277183251741_1313520866_2693052_4875368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribble scribble and scribble. It was addicting! Indulged in our land of dreams, I didn't realize how time flied during the 2 lessons. I couldn't finish it in time. It also took me a while to get back to the realistic world. Realized I had so much fun picturing the virtual future..... What I drew, I really hoped it to come true. (Though they will not) yeah Im quite sure they will not. What a sad person I am. Or should I say, too realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher chose some students' masterpiece and shared with the entire class. Omg fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took Kheeyuen, the most shy boy's. Of course we had fun listening. Big dreams he has, just like everyone else. Spm, make friends in NS, scholarships, UTAR, doctor, chairman of a hospital (WOW-ed), meeting the love of his life - A NURSE (WOOHOO-ed) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Doctors always get together with nurses, huh?" (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. And so on till dead. Omg xD Whole class laughed. So sad meh die at the age of ... 17 + 30 = 47?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206218_2277183371744_1313520866_2693053_3351707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206218_2277183371744_1313520866_2693053_3351707_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deskmate's. Not everyone's willing to share their sketches on my blog, though. So yeah, thank this girl! :DDD She contributed part of my blogging material yo. And I am not allowed to tell her name. Hahahaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a future lawyer wanna-be :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, teacher joked that Malaysian men shouldnt get married with Dutch girls. Just when everyone was perplexed of the reason why, she said that those girls are usually very HUGE, and very VOLUPTUOUS. Haha it means big-chested. And then she said Malaysian men will DIE. Especially when the women hug them. LOL. Ok random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten why but teacher said, people like Clement will end up being a loyal husband having only ONE wife and quiet (diam diam ubi berisi) guys like Kheeyuen and Wei Loon might end up having two wives. (Guys chuckled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA TRUE.&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;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282063_2277182411720_1313520866_2693049_1546994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282063_2277182411720_1313520866_2693049_1546994_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through my other girl friends' sketch and they all have some in common - marriage and kids. No matter how big their dreams are, a lawyer, a journalist, a musician, girls always want to be married to the men they love and have children their own. This is true. Really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, lah. Who knows what will the future revolution be. Since the society is getting more and more modern and girls eventually grow independent, they can live without males. They will spend their whole lives striving for their career........ Just like women in Singapore, Hong Kong and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome to see everyone with different kinds of dreams: For example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pondered upon studying in Taylors, Kdu or Sunway for her mass communication course after SPM. Then she wants to get a part time in Hitz Fm! And be a successful journalist in The Star. And get a Master for it later. And meet the love of her life in a I-forgotten-what occasion and it turns out to be one of her ex-boyfriend. (Of course, for she still couldn't get over her ex, aww.) Then the loved one propose to her on a beach, and they get married in Paris if not mistaken. And then triplets babies {!}. Then... Forgotten xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview to get into University of Juliet (A famous music Uni) and marry a hot, muscular, handsome violinist. Perform together around the world, and settle down to have identical twins (TWINS AGAIN!!! hahhaha) and so on so on xD And started taking pills in her middle age, omg so pessimistic. hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other friends, one wanted to join students exchange program in the university and visit to Russia, England etc. And I believe there's still lots more of dreams around us waiting to be discovered. For the first time, after doing this, I felt so wonderful to have a dream. Omg :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it made me emotional too. Realizing that our dreams are only what we dream. That dreams dont always come true. That life is unexpected. That things always turn out different from what we plan. That.... What we sketched, will be different from what's gonna happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, be daring to dream. Dream big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Les Brown said, ‘Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars.’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In reality, you will sometimes shoot and miss. The stars are definitely not a bad place to land, but in your dreams you need not even settle for the stars. You can reach the moon every time when you dare to dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. YT :&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-3362106819475956414?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3362106819475956414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=3362106819475956414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3362106819475956414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3362106819475956414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/08/myself-thirty-years-from-now.html' title='Myself - Thirty Years From Now.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7179983609556197981</id><published>2011-07-13T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:11:42.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really better to be apart, wishing that you're together, than be together but wishing that you're apart.</title><content type='html'>This morning, he got mad at my attitude and shouted, "If you really cannot stand, move out of the house!" I showed a pokerface and pretended to feel nothing while flipping the newspapers. But honestly, I didn't feel much. As if I was really so sick I lost my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face away. When he's gone, she started to say things like I shouldnt be this and that. Wow, I don't care. Your volume was higher, so? I don't care. That doesn't make you the right one. I insisted that I was not wrong. I was 100% persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when she started saying more and my tears rolled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me, complaining non-stop over little things or you, shouted SO loud at me in the morning when I've never shouted at you before? Was it me or you who were ruining our relationship? Im still wondering why am I the only one failed to stand you in this family. I have no patience with that. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears continued rolling but I managed to wipe them all away before I reached my class.&lt;br /&gt;Then, for the entire day, I forgotten what happened in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I reached home. Wondering would we stop talking to each other. Wondering if he'll hate me. Wondering how long it'll take to heal this wound in me. Wondering if it would really make him feel better if I really move out of this house someday. Wondering if he'd shed a tear for me if Im dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was me. Maybe it was my attitude. We're just the same. I got the genes from you. And yet Im complaining about you, that much.. Sometimes I just think that it's ironic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I wanted to throw my temper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the day when I first learned to walk, and you brought me to the park, I couldn't stand with stable and I fell down, my both knees bled, you brought me home and healed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the day when it's raining in the morning, you two carried the two young us, on the arm, when we were still asleep. I remembered I was conscious a few times, but I pretended to be sleeping because I didn't want you to know that I was awake. To see what you've done for me, under the roof, where raindrops landed on your shirt but I was pure dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc. You are always busy working in my life, and most of the time when we're together, we don't talk much. Because we are who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think of those people who got no fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be grateful I have a complete family? Shouldnt I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7179983609556197981?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7179983609556197981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7179983609556197981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7179983609556197981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7179983609556197981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-really-better-to-be-apart-wishing.html' title='It&apos;s really better to be apart, wishing that you&apos;re together, than be together but wishing that you&apos;re apart.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8852052390797931309</id><published>2011-07-04T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:40:16.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'># 3 - Librarian Camp @ Eco Dusun Resort, Bentong</title><content type='html'>Only 50% of the Form5s went.&lt;br /&gt;Form4s, around 50% also.&lt;br /&gt;Form3s, only a few.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank form 2s for being supportive ;)))&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252597_2096093964622_1313520866_2486525_5043323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252597_2096093964622_1313520866_2486525_5043323_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was good to see everyone during the holiday. Seperated the juniors into five groups and off! We go! With only two buses. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way :D Was anticipating for the driver to play some movies but he played some classical songs. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/249687_10150215146951520_772846519_7322582_6186655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/249687_10150215146951520_772846519_7322582_6186655_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 45 minutes I guess. No idea where we were at O_O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only knew that we were somewhere near the highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250090_10150215147261520_772846519_7322588_1639998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250090_10150215147261520_772846519_7322588_1639998_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reached our destination. Was plain happy ;) We took our bags down and waited for the transport to bring us into the jungle which was the location of our resort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were some malay students like us, from other school, waiting for the transport together too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/246766_10150215147786520_772846519_7322599_4625173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/246766_10150215147786520_772846519_7322599_4625173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL. Gotta admit that this was scary...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it was our turn (We allowed all the juniors to go first) and the sky was dark it started drizzling. Sho scary!! The car wouldn't stop bumping and we were all standing, taking our heavy bags and had strings as support along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone nearly got threw out of the car XD When the car bumped! hahahaha.&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253664_1950265270892_1070411388_32278957_6046399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253664_1950265270892_1070411388_32278957_6046399_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setting down at the canteen! Wooo hoooO! While waiting for the teachers to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250535_10150215148821520_772846519_7322617_2141803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250535_10150215148821520_772846519_7322617_2141803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell things such as pads, toothpastes, brushes, slippers, towels, etc ;) During the camp, many worn out their sport shoes especially during jungle trekking and Calvin bought the black slippers home. Ha ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248424_10150215148611520_772846519_7322614_4875227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248424_10150215148611520_772846519_7322614_4875227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kolam mandi! I will never go inside and bath xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252741_10150215149591520_772846519_7322627_3805348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252741_10150215149591520_772846519_7322627_3805348_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take off our shoes before going into the canteen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250483_10150215150701520_772846519_7322644_7170073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250483_10150215150701520_772846519_7322644_7170073_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hungry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248940_10150215151461520_772846519_7322653_3177499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248940_10150215151461520_772846519_7322653_3177499_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch! Not bad right :D Its just the rice... They had lotsa rice bugs in it omg. I swear in everyone's plates at least got like 5-6 bugs XD LOL EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeeSeong helped Himin to take out the bugs one by one, using the folk and spoon. That was the first time we ever see the lemah-lembut side of Kee Seong! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/255011_10150215151621520_772846519_7322660_1450860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/255011_10150215151621520_772846519_7322660_1450860_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone had to wash their plates and cups themselves after eating and arrange them back on the table :) We do this in every camp. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the photographer of the camp :) Requested by Junyi to help him take pictures. So mostly the pictures were all taken by me!!!!!!!! Hehehehehehe. Oh and that's why no my face V__V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248758_10150215152461520_772846519_7322670_7322955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248758_10150215152461520_772846519_7322670_7322955_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we queued up to take our blankets and sheets for our bed. On the way to the dorm, I kinda dropped mine and made it dirty T_T Couldn't stand imagining sleeping on dirty sheets so I returned and asked for change. Thank god the uncle changed for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think XT and I were the last ones to arrive our dorm. LOL sorrryyyyyyyy&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;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250375_10150215152786520_772846519_7322675_7983161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250375_10150215152786520_772846519_7322675_7983161_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls AJK we were supposed to have a room ourselves but the plan changed. Xt and I went to the first room (the last door in this picture) and joined the Form2 girls. Heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was fine with that because the Form2 girls in the room were the ones same group with me during last year's camp XD YAYYY. And they were happy to know that Im joining their room as well!&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254941_1950287551449_1070411388_32278985_4598666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254941_1950287551449_1070411388_32278985_4598666_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the room looked like. 3 double deckers at each side, allowing 12 people to sleep in a room. I picked the middle one, 2nd floor lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to set up the bed ourselves. Yucks...... Look at the old mattress I felt so... nvm. The only thing not nice about the camp. The toilet and the bed. sigh forever my weakness XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room not bad mah. Toilet just next to us :D SO CONVENIENT. Btw the toilet wasn't smelly and creepy and old at all. Looked new. And with tiles! Not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting up, the juniors went chit-chatted in the room, jumped on each other's bed. -.- Someone wanted to go the the 3rd bed from the first and MINE WAS THE 2ND. YOU GUESS WHAT SHE DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went stepping over my bed, NVM. &lt;strong&gt;She had to add a leg on my pillow!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F xD Dont worry Im not that stupid. I turned the pillow up side down before I sleep -___- What can I do.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/255766_10150215152981520_772846519_7322677_7500058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/255766_10150215152981520_772846519_7322677_7500058_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rushed back to canteen. By the way the distance between the canteen and the dorms wasnt short. It's quite tiring la throughout the camp because the roads werent straight, they were steep at times. *gasp gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And helped Calvin to prepare water balloons. No ideaa what was that for. We didn't know where to play water balloon as the workers didnt allow us to do in the canteen.&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250746_10150215153021520_772846519_7322678_282924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250746_10150215153021520_772846519_7322678_282924_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each group was given diff colours of ribbon to tie on their hands. There were 5 groups and guess what, Vince only prepared 4 colours -.-................. But then we had to be smart, we made the last group wear two colours in combination. ROFL.&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;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252482_10150215154941520_772846519_7322701_436292_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 458px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252482_10150215154941520_772846519_7322701_436292_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game was the building of the tallest tower. Each team was given straws, plastic cups and rubber bands. Only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was epic. Some groups just wanted to make it as high as possible and forgotten to make it stable. Some groups led by girls would be more patient working the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it was EPIC. Nvm skip xD hahahahahahaha.&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/246635_1950268630976_1070411388_32278964_3796401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/246635_1950268630976_1070411388_32278964_3796401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water balloon game!!!!! HAHAHA EVERYONE WOULD AGREE IF I SAID THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST GAME OF THE CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin prepared a list of questions like: How many years had Malaysia been independent, 1 + 1 = 2? or some random question. The question didnt matter, but........ Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. He put two plastic chairs in front as shown in the picture. One labelled TRUE, and one more FALSE. If the answer of the question was true, they have to sit on the false chair. Each round each team will send out one member to snatch the right seat :D Very gan jiong I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened during the first round. HAHAHA, the kids ran to the front and snatched the same chair, and two of them sat on it together, then the third and fourth pressed on it together again. LOL AND THE CHAIR BROKE! Someone hurted his ass XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed out loud and all were getting hyper after that. There were people who got cut also. Thank god we have PBSM people ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it was funny when we all threw water balloons at those who didn't get to sit on the right chair and the balls didnt hit them and rolled down the hill. Some even dropped into the kolam mandi -.-&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;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252431_10150215156251520_772846519_7322715_6032018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252431_10150215156251520_772846519_7322715_6032018_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game. Haha I wondered who planned this game wei. Reminded us of Cbd. xD&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;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250798_10150215156946520_772846519_7322725_4812240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250798_10150215156946520_772846519_7322725_4812240_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle trekking next O____O I was scaredddddd.&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;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/254947_10150215157216520_772846519_7322728_526430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/254947_10150215157216520_772846519_7322728_526430_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know walked in the jungle for how many hours X____X Funny because it's a highland and we're in the jungle but we sweated non-stop till all our shirts were all wet. Creepy because of the snakes and the leeches. The person who was incharge told us to be extra careful because after a rain, the snakes would usually come out T_________T SO SO SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around my shoes all the time. I mean during the whole activity. X___X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no leeches. Some people screamed seeing it but I didn't get to. Forgotten how it looked like, I suddenly felt like seeing at least one. But I didnt, still :) Also there were no snakes!!! THANK GOD!!!!!!!!&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;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252537_10150215158721520_772846519_7322746_4583860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252537_10150215158721520_772846519_7322746_4583860_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking steep =.= Wah damn tiring. The sweats rolled down non-stop. I swear, NON STOP. So sweaty until our hair all went out of shape T_T I gotta wear my cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we had to cross some rivers. Jungle trekking always make my shoes wet -.- Socks was well. AND NOT TO FORGET, OUR SHOES WERE ALL SO DIRTY COVERED WITH ORANGE MUDDDDDD!!!! T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an experience........&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;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/251028_10150215158996520_772846519_7322750_4783480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/251028_10150215158996520_772846519_7322750_4783480_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked as sweaty as the junior in the middle. His hair, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from jungle, I was so relieved! Phewww........ Was extremely exhausted and thirsty back to the canteen, craving for food and drinks! ;) We were given pisang goreng and some snacks. And wow the teh (L) tasted so lovely. Remembered having the same taste of teh during our previous camp. Nice nice.&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;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247917_10150215159411520_772846519_7322760_3114803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247917_10150215159411520_772846519_7322760_3114803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the dorm and bath. Yuck so smelly, so sweaty and so dirty T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first checked in the dorm at the beginning when we reached there, I realized that my period came T_T I felt so terrible. My mood dropped instantaneously. Throughout the camp. Was so unhappy with my period. Waited for so long for it and it came at the beginning of my camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God right I brought pads -.- Totally ruined my mood. But everyone asked me to cheer up so I tried. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254470_10150215159781520_772846519_7322764_7121986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254470_10150215159781520_772846519_7322764_7121986_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, the sky was dark already. Everyone gathered at the hall between the dorm and the canteen. Gotta admit the design of the hallway was unique xD Im out of words of describing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teams were all still discussing about their performances. LOL Hsio May they all prepared some themes: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Aladdin and The Girl Who Sells the Matches. I lol-ed, even more anticipated at their performances! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254035_10150215159861520_772846519_7322765_3350990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254035_10150215159861520_772846519_7322765_3350990_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ajks were willing to sit together on the floor while the juniors all got chairs to sit. We didn't really mind :D We were anxious for our own performance as well. HAHAHAHHAA. I remembered we practised our singing hundred times, kept on adding in some funny actions so the singining wouldn't be so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Kamun and WenHuey they all for preparing the songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We combined Love Story, Grenade, Firework I think and it was fun practising ourselves xD I was really happy we all were willing to sing! And enjoy ourselves doing funny actions, listen to each other's opinion. We never stop bonding with each other ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the next activity began and we ajks performed first. The purpose was to heat up everyone as the temperature was very low everyone had to wear jackets, like me xD We switched off the lights and wanted the juniors to switch on their torch lights and made it like a mini concert. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juniors were supportive!!!! Yay they went clapping, cheering and shouting while we started. It ended quite bad haha but we all had fun! ROFL!! The juniors had fun laughing at us also. We kinda threw our egos away for that xD Nevermindddd, as long as everyone had fun.&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;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253631_10150215160261520_772846519_7322770_3114245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253631_10150215160261520_772846519_7322770_3114245_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. All the performances by the teams were HILLARIOUS. I..... Okay lah stop swearing -_-. Totally laughed our lungs out woooi! Never knew they can act that good xD I dropped by specs as well (K lah I was wearing cons so xD) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enjoyable and I think every group did well equally. ROFLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They modified the themes themselves such as Laughing Beauty, Stupid Aladdin with Stupid Lamp, Snow White II, etc etc xD Lmaoooooooo................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone returned to the dorm happily. My moodswings were totally gone :D&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;Only slept like 3 hours that night. Kesian...... We had to take turn and ronda in the middle of the night D: That night, all the form4s and form5s gathered at the canteen. LOL NO ONE WANTED TO SLEEEP. Around 12am, I went under the electrical cable desperately because my phone got no line and XT got to sms with so many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epic moment when I see new messages showing up.......... I jumped and jumped because I wasn't forgotten by the world outside!! Even received my parents' text asking if Im still having stomachache or not. Suddenly went homesick T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the canteen, the temperature dropped even lowerrrr! *shivers* Maybe around 10-20++ or something. Even my teeth shoke D: Then we sat together in one table, YinPeng and the rest were playing killer game xD While I just watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed everyone when my phone started charging itself -.- It terrified me recalling the jungle trekking. You know I know? Back from camp whenever mom calls me, my phone's battery drop from full bat to low bat. Creepy much. It lasted for a few weeks thank god the ghost came out of the phone already xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, it's also the best keng-sam-si time. Gossiping with Calvin, Vince and Jana was fun!!! ROFL. It was around 2am or something. So dark, so chilling :P Calvin was such a funny guy wei. They started coming up with the topics such as, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the differences between a Chinese, a Japanese and a Korean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chineses are shorter, Japaneses have smaller eyes, tonnes of crap but we came up with this conclusion: The three of them speak different languages XD LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and they also forced us to tell who are our exs xD I swear XT and I spent an hour nagging Calvin and asked him non-stop only we found our answers. Hahahahahhahha. Epic. Of course, mine was revealed also, but I wasnt being really honest. Hahahahahahhaha (Y). Aiyoh so awkward you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out lots of things! And I realized Vince is quite a nice person, and Jana talks really straight. He says things like, "XXX is damn hot! Vince you should go for her" etc. Calvin said if Jana continues to be so blunt and honest, he'll get bluffed easily in the future xD Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our answers, I finally agreed to go back to the dorm and sleep xD Poor XT. So I didn want to sleep on my bed, we agreed to sleep together :D Most of the juniors did the same also. I admire those who managed to sleep on their own. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 5++, switched on the torchlight and went to ronda around the dorm, the canteen. Damn everyone was sleeping -_- It was so dark, so quiet. Fortunately the roads were still supplied with some dim road lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to walk to canteen. We passed by the hall and the dinner weren't finished. Those form4s and 5s who stayed up late continued eating the leftovers. xD omg. And Calvin!!! He didn't sleep for the entire night!!! Omg xD He looked like a vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince didn't sleep too. So kelian....... He said his bed was really dirty because of the boys. So kelian. I saw someone wrapped himself as a mummy and lied on the canteen bench sleeping soundlessly, when Calvin told me that's a monk, I believed! ROFL!!!!!!! Its actually Ong Teng Hock! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince eventually slept on the bench without any cover on. Keliannn.&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;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249602_1950286551424_1070411388_32278980_6289619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249602_1950286551424_1070411388_32278980_6289619_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, everyone was up for exercises! XT and I agreed that the night before was indeed a memorable one :) We'll probably remember it for the rest of our lives. Awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was aktiviti jalan berhalang. Woohoo! Fun fun fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248311_10150215161521520_772846519_7322780_3355406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/248311_10150215161521520_772846519_7322780_3355406_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I SKIPPED THIS. OMG SO HARD WTF. Meixi actually did the wrong way. The correct way should be lying on the ropes facing downwards, and pull and move forward. Wtf so many girls complained their boobs hurt and so many guys were worried if their t____ would burst. Epic xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those halangans didn stop me! :D I totally enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/252238_10150215161231520_772846519_7322777_3686152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/252238_10150215161231520_772846519_7322777_3686152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I climbed up with Yin Peng. How to defeat a queen guide?! xD Not bad lah we reached the ground together. Hahahahhaha of course lah cause Im so pro! HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252082_10150215161316520_772846519_7322778_6703428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252082_10150215161316520_772846519_7322778_6703428_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One scout junior got stung by a bee :( He was so strong he remained calm and didn't cry. That's right, that's the spirit of a scout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/246643_1950290551524_1070411388_32278989_1078162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/246643_1950290551524_1070411388_32278989_1078162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ajks managed to have a group photo before we go home! :) All pointed to the commander, Vince :D Maybe one of the reason we successfully bonded with each other was because there were only a small number of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253647_1950283951359_1070411388_32278973_4037584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253647_1950283951359_1070411388_32278973_4037584_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we got down of the lorry and went up to the bus :D Satisfiedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, The Librarian Board of Chung Hwa came. WOW NOW YOU SEE HOW FAMOUS IS THE RESORT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bravo if you managed to read all the things I blogged! *applause* This would be the last camp I attended in SMKSS I guess......... And I'll remember it for life ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowonder people always say attending camp is good. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8852052390797931309?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8852052390797931309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8852052390797931309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8852052390797931309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8852052390797931309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-librarian-camp-eco-dusun-resort.html' title='# 3 - Librarian Camp @ Eco Dusun Resort, Bentong'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-3628824781586793317</id><published>2011-07-01T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:10:01.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 - MBS Combined Boards Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA WAH.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THIS EVENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Yuan Yao, we were supposed to receive the invitation letter like, 1/2 months ago. I waited and waited because they all wanted me to go :) I found out that our school actually received it but ketua pengawas kept the letter himself I think. Because he thought no one would be interested, I GUESS. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every school had submitted the namelist of attendants and our school was the latest :( Because of Yuanyao's help, they reserved 15 places for our school. I spent 1/2 week in school settling with the list of attendants -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, many incidents happened. This say she wanted to go, save seat for her, so I saved and tell the other one who wanted to go NO MORE PLACES then in the end she said she cannot go and blahhhh. Over again and again. I was more ashamed of my school when the CBD's head commitee told me that they called our school's clerk, and she didn't understand English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................... V____V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the day came. And I made it. Its just that the night before, two person, Nicholas Ng and Wai Keong suddenly said they wanted to go. I've sent the names already and its full. Ok vry complicated.&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;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206321_1982043113422_1313520866_2330779_4238746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206321_1982043113422_1313520866_2330779_4238746_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting comfortably in the LRT. Many seats available :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg that was my first time taking LRT. Couldn't tell how excited I was, yet nervous. Because majority was with me, and two more going later. Still felt insecure, thinking about the what-ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, ahaha omg... Mbs people with blazers, looked so formal were waiting for us at the station. Even saw Choon Yung there, said he was there because it's boring in the hall. So the junior asked like a waiter, "CBD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206418_10150166656244940_795814939_6475784_733094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206418_10150166656244940_795814939_6475784_733094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes and he led us to the Horley link which is a link from the station straight to the school! Omg awesome much! As if the LRT was built specially for Mbs students! Soooo soooo convenient. Look at our school T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215549_10150166652694940_795814939_6475750_5970432_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215549_10150166652694940_795814939_6475750_5970432_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the canteen where students having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Munyew and Peiling there :D Omg first time meeting Peiling in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208680_10150166653479940_795814939_6475756_3018288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208680_10150166653479940_795814939_6475756_3018288_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walked a distance across the buildings, hallways, corridors, stairs and to the entrance of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah look at the entrance. So grandly decorated ;) *thumbs up* Leaving good impressions yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217474_10150166653989940_795814939_6475762_2240113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217474_10150166653989940_795814939_6475762_2240113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wristbands. The boy gave me a green one. Wanted to say I wan the pink instead but didn't dare. Hahahaha. I thought we were supposed to pick ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue reading and you will find out why they give according to colours :D *interesting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217729_10150166653669940_795814939_6475759_3757210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217729_10150166653669940_795814939_6475759_3757210_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XiangTing registering. I wrote my post as 'vice chairman' so Munwei followed me. He forgotten that it should be 'assistant secretary' AND HE WROTE VICE SECRETARY HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look at the pens! Not just normal ball points and gel pens. SO CUTE :DDDDDDD&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;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208790_10150166655049940_795814939_6475773_6949538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208790_10150166655049940_795814939_6475773_6949538_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/218000_10150166656669940_795814939_6475789_2531375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/218000_10150166656669940_795814939_6475789_2531375_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAHA THEN I KNEW WHAT THE WRISTBAND WAS FOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to sit according to the colours! So we were all seperated T___T Like one people one colour. So sad.. Then they led me to the green zone. Guess what.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at the first row. OMG VIP ZONE!!! HAHAHAA. So I picked the best seat. As our school was almost the first school that arrived *happy* Although our school is so far away compared to other schools. I picked the seat nearest to the red carpet. LOL best view!&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205133_10150166656839940_795814939_6475791_8094578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205133_10150166656839940_795814939_6475791_8094578_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their photographers are all with DSLRs, I requested Daniel Lim JK to take a picture for us :D He has great skills! Look at his albums in Facebook omggggggg.&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;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/205518_10150166657349940_795814939_6475795_7764157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/205518_10150166657349940_795814939_6475795_7764157_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have special chairs for the VVIPS! OUR SCHOOL DONT HAVE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/208343_10150166660574940_795814939_6475827_8165385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/208343_10150166660574940_795814939_6475827_8165385_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh before we got seated, we were asked to leave our signatures! Awesome ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207891_10150166661154940_795814939_6475833_5183080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207891_10150166661154940_795814939_6475833_5183080_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidents of each board gotta give a speech and so YuanYao the librarian president of MBS did :D Compared to the other presidents, he was quite nervous though! Aww he used to be my assistant in Choong Wen. Im so proud XD! *applauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my successful partner on stage! Dressed smartly.&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216015_10150166662034940_795814939_6475845_461825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216015_10150166662034940_795814939_6475845_461825_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Thats why I said I got a nice seat. Can say the best seat XD&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222097_10150166662949940_795814939_6475855_2391399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222097_10150166662949940_795814939_6475855_2391399_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone was entertained by their professional video clip xD ROFL LIKE SHIT!&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217785_10150166663629940_795814939_6475862_4297309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217785_10150166663629940_795814939_6475862_4297309_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls from SMK(P) Jalan Ipoh. Eeee pink uniform! *envy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice breaking game began :D We all pushed the chairs to the corners and made a big round circle around the hall. Soooo crowded :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221649_10150166665004940_795814939_6475876_15271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221649_10150166665004940_795814939_6475876_15271_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA STUPIDDDDD! Look at the hyper MBS boys when they saw their friend with a Bukit Nanas girl. All went like woooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222015_10150166664069940_795814939_6475866_4021299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222015_10150166664069940_795814939_6475866_4021299_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bukit Nanas girls. LOL! So active!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to SMKSS, we were so shy :3 hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208541_1982045113472_1313520866_2330784_2600730_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208541_1982045113472_1313520866_2330784_2600730_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan time! Not bad what the food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/221894_10150166665764940_795814939_6475882_3970385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/221894_10150166665764940_795814939_6475882_3970385_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awkward eating, facing students from others school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217420_10150166665879940_795814939_6475883_1873595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217420_10150166665879940_795814939_6475883_1873595_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Served by cute little kids as well! :D Probates all had to work. In our school, we call them pelatih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215537_10150166666189940_795814939_6475886_6492750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215537_10150166666189940_795814939_6475886_6492750_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance time!! By the Form6 seniors ;D Spot the girl at the right. She was from our school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they sang Katherine Mcphee's Terrified. Omgggggg Xt and I were like...! xD Couldn't help singing along! Wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: THEIR MUSIC ARE ALL PLAYED THEMSELVES. AS IN, LIVE PERFORMANCE! NO PLAY BY MUSIC PLAYER!!!!! Quality so goood omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215616_10150166666789940_795814939_6475895_6782162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215616_10150166666789940_795814939_6475895_6782162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Form6 girl sang a chinese song name HUI YI BU (memory cloth). She composed herself! Lyrics by Munyew (When I heard this I WAS LIKE WOWWWW XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, the song is still stuck in my head! *loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217062_10150166667189940_795814939_6475905_5068657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217062_10150166667189940_795814939_6475905_5068657_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha Zachary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217247_10150166668199940_795814939_6475923_785829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217247_10150166668199940_795814939_6475923_785829_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next they did a sketch. Its MTV award if not mistaken. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy, was Bruno Mars!!!!! XD I LOL-ed because he looked exactly like Bruno Mars!!!&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;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222187_10150166667434940_795814939_6475910_5543721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222187_10150166667434940_795814939_6475910_5543721_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Ten and the band performing Grenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear they got everyone so highhhhhhh :D Macam concert.&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;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215402_10150166668769940_795814939_6475932_4610291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215402_10150166668769940_795814939_6475932_4610291_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR GAGA. ROFL!!!!!!!!! I straight went LMAO.&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;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205818_10150166670994940_795814939_6475967_7536065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205818_10150166670994940_795814939_6475967_7536065_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBS SEMANGAT. When Grenade song is performed! :DDD SOOO HIGH.&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;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215615_10150166670554940_795814939_6475962_6452983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215615_10150166670554940_795814939_6475962_6452983_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly was the performance by Eng Kein and Joel! SO PROUD EH THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216356_10150165948814432_682144431_6692639_3444449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216356_10150165948814432_682144431_6692639_3444449_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Jay Chou's songs! Joel can play without the scores!!!!!!! Look properly O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215479_10150166672589940_795814939_6475983_4191614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215479_10150166672589940_795814939_6475983_4191614_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; War games......... hahahaha. When we changed into PJ attire and barefooted on the field! I could tell that's awesomely relaxing. OUR SCHOOL DONT EVEN HAVE A FCKING FIELD! :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the game was like, they give you tonnes of rubber bands, plastic bags, and pails of water contained reddish water, fill the water and throw to the opponents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS EXCITED.......... TILL THEY SAY: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MBS AGAINTS ALL!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216586_10150166672419940_795814939_6475982_3886075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216586_10150166672419940_795814939_6475982_3886075_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh someone who never experienced World War 2 could have imagined it. I swear when the 'bombs' fall from sky that was really scary!!!! LOL!!!!! And not just one or two or three or ten or twentie or thirtie but like fifty of them!! TOGETHER AT THE SAME TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I NEED TO COOL DOWN. XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Continuue. Really scary I tell you XD AND FREAKING FUN. We kinda worked with students from other schools just to unite and attack the MBS! hahahaha. But still its their territory, they got the advantage D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got attacked like mad. Those guys alll can throw damn high and far. We girls ..... So vulnerable omg. They even ran across the border line and splashed us with pails of water! Some unfortunate ones were all wet! LOL! I WAS LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XT WAS THE UNFORTUNATE ONE xD&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;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205179_10150165950939432_682144431_6692655_1626142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205179_10150165950939432_682144431_6692655_1626142_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tiring war game, we met these two cute boys again. Omg so cute so cute I couldnt describe the cuteness XD&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;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206229_10150165950374432_682144431_6692650_1700450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206229_10150165950374432_682144431_6692650_1700450_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Har har har. Kesian the probates for they have to pick up thousands of plastic bags and rubber bands after the war game. Kesian.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event ended at 7+ and they stayed back until 10pm! O_O semangat MBS!&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;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206224_10150166673599940_795814939_6475993_7687447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206224_10150166673599940_795814939_6475993_7687447_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP PHOTO YAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected Yuanyao's invitation to have dinner at Time Square after that. LOL. Then we all took the same Lrt back to Sri Petaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made lotsa, lotsa friends. It's been two months but every single little thing is still vividly fresh in my mind :) No regret attending. Its all worth it! Mbs rocks ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4912879558469581773-3628824781586793317?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3628824781586793317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=3628824781586793317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3628824781586793317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3628824781586793317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-mbs-combined-boards-day.html' title='#2 - MBS Combined Boards Day'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-939265394245635275</id><published>2011-07-01T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:35:17.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 - 17th birthday</title><content type='html'>Hello hello! Back to blogging :) Facebook used to distract me a lot but since I made a deal with a friend, we helped each other to change our passwords, I'm still quite addicted with Twitter.. Wondering if it helps much. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still! At least Im away from the noises in Facebook for a while :) The situation is almost same with those scenes we see in dramas, someone living in a busy city, leading a hectic life choosing to let go of everything and decided to travel or have a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I'm here to blog about some important events in 2011 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206512_1799377837584_1633933194_1745120_3579630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206512_1799377837584_1633933194_1745120_3579630_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha my birthdayyy. My girlfriends planned this in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that morning, I walked to class as usual. I looked up to the 3rd floor which is where our class located, and I see some classmates and Wenjie standing outside, looked anticipated. Haha. Then Wenjie turned his head into the classroom and the classroom went dark. I swear I wasn't imagining the class planning a surprise for me. I swear :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Just in case they weren't, I'd disappoint myself, haaa.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the 3rd floor, gasped, AS USUAL ALSO. Then I saw both front and back doors locked -.- Windows closed. Okay that part surprised me a little! HAHAHA. Hak sei ngo.. I saw the front door closed like they didn't have key to go in so I entered through the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually ruined their plan a little xD I was supposed to walk through front door! hahaa. But still, I opened the back door with Sinling, who looked confused too, then my classmates were all by their seats, standing up, clapping hands and singing birthday songs! Meanwhile my girls were at the front door (NOW YOU UNDERSTAND? HAHA) holding a piece of cake with a candle on it, slowly walked to me with the enchanted song as the background of the wonderful scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten if they made me have a wish or I wanted to do it myself :D I just found out making a wish before blowing the candle on birthday cake actually will come true. Experiment was done while I was in Form2, my parents had a big big fight. They never quarreled that serious before. For God's sake, they didn't talk to each other for a week D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Form2, I had the first birthday surprise, by my girls. &lt;strong&gt;(And they still do this every year.... *tears* How could I ever say that I have nothing, at all..?)&lt;/strong&gt; They had everyone gathered in canteen on the day I came early to duty in library. Regina covered my eyes from back and led me to the place. I opened my eyes, the birthday song began and my ex held the cake, walked out from the crowd of friends.... I was supposed to feel romantic. But with SO many classmates around...... Duh! HAHAA. Sweet memories though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah and the wish came true. I wished that my parents would stop the cold war. I was afraid of the thought that they might even announce divorce or something. I'm grateful because of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh out of topic -.- So yeah I blew the candles. I blushed slightly :) (Because of the act of my friends!) Next was photoshooting session. My eyes were quite swollen in the morning. Ahh :P This year is a little different because my friends were all like, so prepared for my birthday. :D That night I received like, around 20 birthday wishes through sms! WAAHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounces on the couch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received the birthday card with 100 signatures in it few days later. They posted to my house :) Was happy indeed. Even Tk Leong's signature!!! HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a graceful lunch with family at PJ's Kissaten restaurant later. My mom planned so long where to eat...... Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never offered to celebrate my parents' birthday, man. *eyes wet* I see many people usually request their parents to buy them presents, ask for celebrations, or say things like, "Its my birthday, you do the housechores for me lah" etc.. But come to think of it, I've always thought of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mothers brought us to the world. They carried us in their stomach (As a science student I should have said, uterus? -.-) and had being extra careful so that we wouldnt die inside. After the long hour of labour, they suffer lots of blood loss, then they have to breastfeed us, then go through the phase when they have to stop bathing, to recover from that..... Then parents raise every of us up, made sure we're healthy as we grow, made sure we get everything we need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really appropriate to ask anything from our parents, especially our mothers, right? They gave us our lives (L). And we should be grateful already, really. That's why I always say "no need to celebrate my birthday lah, dont have to buy me expensive presents or bring me to eat expensive foods" etc but my Mom still insists. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And youngsters usually celebrate their birthdays with FRIENDS. I always thought family comes first. Because it's your birthday, so thanks to your Mom. Weirdly, we all like to celebrate with friends. Some even hang out whole day on their birthday with their friends and come back at midnight. I found that saddening. A little ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg just my thoughts. Not saying that what people now do isnt appropriate.. Everyone thinks differently right :) Im seriously an emotional person. Geeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I liked the presents. But to be frank, those presents by my girls, I realized that those accesories don't really suit my style. HA HA HA! omggg!! doubting my taste already. Shittttt. But still, they are bought with tonnes of love, so I'll appreciate them as well (L). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the necklace by Jiansheng was finely grateful. MY STYLE MY STYLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jiaxin bought me a beautiful keychain. I like it alot. Someday I'll hang it together with my new housekeys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the card by Yuetnam. I was really really happy to receive that! Happy for whole day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could have a suprise from Kahlim at Kasturi. I don't know what is it like but I know there's supposed to be one. The plan failed, I dont know why also. But oh well! Whats more important is the sincerity right :D I really appreciate it yo!! He passed my two little gifts from Jeffrey and Choon Yung. Haha so unexpected. *happy* Still, sincerity counts. I appreciated alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Guess i'll make this a post then xD Aiyorrr planned to talk about the milestones after February 2011 one paragraph each with a single photo but things change. I got out of topic. Haha. Thanks for reading, tell me if you did. Just for my info okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! *grateful*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-939265394245635275?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/939265394245635275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=939265394245635275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/939265394245635275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/939265394245635275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-17th-birthday.html' title='#1 - 17th birthday'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1250723903232998089</id><published>2011-04-14T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:04:06.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointment with the councellor; An unexpected belated birthday present.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a nice day. Morning I was calm and was able to do my model essays. Problems of tomorrow's Combined Boards Day @ MBS was settled, finally, after a week. I know it shouldn't be a problem to me. But it really did. Besides, there are also problems from my yellow house marching team, which is the shortage of members but we did settle down also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRS Kursus Asas on 30th April. Not many things to do but it's so near. And Kursus Tahunan PRS. Walao those members I get... No I just wanna complain about 2 of them. All they did during the meeting was only showing the dull and noob face, so lazy even just to reply my questions. F. Managed to control myself from shouting and asking them to leave PRS anyway, I don't have the right to. But seriously if they gotta pass through the interview, they wouldn't be qualified to be a PRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to the happy day. Recess with MJ JX Yimin Steph and VL was definitely nice. Those are all food lovers, and it makes me happy and contented to eat with these people. Because my girls are always so busy/ lack of passion towards food/ lack of appetite etc and it makes me feel like Im so abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It's like, everytime after we finished eating, Yimin would be the one asking: "Who wants Vitagen?" And offer herself to buy Vitagens for all of us. And Steph would collect all our plates and help us to put into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful or not I ask you? Omggg. I can't tell how happy I was, when Im with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the topic of the day. VC, Imn, XT, R and I made an appointment with one of the councellor in our school during Sivics lesson and we skipped it of course. LOL. We gave her the results of the career and personality test and she helped us to analyze one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(WE AS A PRS, MEET THE COUNCELLORS EVERYDAY. BUT THIS WAS REALLY THE FIRST TIME WE REALLY GOT COUNCELLED.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn and I get relatively low marks in every field. Teacher said normally lazy people get low marks for every collumn because they don't really like to work. She was waiting for me to agree/disagree but I hesitated. Now I knew. Im really a lazy person. I don't like to work.. I work, I study probably because.. I have the potential and I can do it. But if you ask me, I will not say that Im happy with that. Ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering/ machine field: cancel&lt;br /&gt;Science/ medical: Highest mark&lt;br /&gt;Music/ arts: cancel&lt;br /&gt;Social: 2nd highest&lt;br /&gt;Account/ marketing was out of the choice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And based on the personality test, my marks are all not much difference, but the one indicating that Im a person that can follow the rules and also flexible at the same time, was the highest, 2ndly the one which says that Im the one who can follow the rules, 3rd and 4th was equal. Like to take risk and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my personality is quite balance and Im a flexible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was really a councelling session. We poured out our thoughts, our questions and etc. And her advice really helped a lot and I appreciated it. I found out that all of us are going to have different careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina, wants to be a journalist. XT, she's struggling between music and science/medical. VC, she have NO CLUE at all what she wants. Imn, she wants to go for doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me. I had been listening to the questions XT asked and that makes me emotional. It reminds me of how sad I was whenever the topic of my future studies/future career is brought up to my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sad also because, my parents who are supposed to be the closest with me, are slowly changing. They used to trust me a lot, never worried about my everything because Im good in studies (among my family, among the relatives) and I have no problem in socializing unlike my sister. But recently... They've been complaining more and more frequent about how I used up all my time to online and talk craps with ANONYMOUS PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part was, now they think I might be talking to bad people outside and they're influencing me alot. That I chat with anonymous strangers everyday and also the reason why Im so addicted to the Internet. They were so wrong. I admit Im addicted and it hurts me to force myself to change this habit and spend more time on my studies which tire me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain but they insisted they're right and all my explanations were helpless. I doubt if they really listen. All they did was nag nag nag about what their saw with their eyes. It always bring me tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having the symptom of anaemia because I told Dad I've been feeling very dizzy and needed long rest to get over that everytime after PJ. He can even relate that illness to me sitting in front of the computer TOO LONG. W.T.F. Then Mom wouldn't stop insisting that my girls never online like I do and I WAS LIKE: WHAT THE F YOU KNOW ABOUT MY GIRLS?!?!?!?! And she also has been comparing me with BiQing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So miserable with them now I don't even wanna talk to them anymore unless they talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG IM SO EMOTIONAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the analysis, we all got so tensed, so worried. At the same time we learnt alot of general knowledges which are going to help us a lot in the future. Vivian suggested we should start a happier and relaxing topic so she started asking the teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Teacher do you have a boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately we forgot all our worries and started to sit closer to her. LOOOOL. And so we started asking more and more about her boyfriend and her and how long the relationship lasted. AMAZED YOU KNOW XDDDDD. Later we talked about relationships and she asked us if we have boyfriends but we all replied NO and she said TOO BAD because there's a test for couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. And she told us that another male councellor in school is an expert in talking about relationships. MYGOD, SO UNEXPECTED!!!!!! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took like.. more than an hour, about 2 hours? in the councelling room. OMG SO FUN WE WANNA SKIP SIVIKS AND BIO NEXT WEEK AGAIN. Lmao. We thanked her while leaving. So emotional after the councell! It makes me think a lot about life. All the things shared by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies. Career. Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNT SO MUCH (L).&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTTjVRdj9Kg/Taa3JL5xTJI/AAAAAAAADB0/uuvw2bYorMU/s1600/Image4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595360955496221842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTTjVRdj9Kg/Taa3JL5xTJI/AAAAAAAADB0/uuvw2bYorMU/s400/Image4841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this from two girls in my marching team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both Form 3 this year. I, SERIOUSLY, DIDNT EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN. We only meet everytime during the trainning and all I did was giving advices to them, at the same time, harsh and strict as a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was because of me half forcing, half persuading they agreed to join the team. You know they are girls like... There were variety of sports to choose during latihan rumah sukan and they chosed the only 'sport' which do not need exercising ----- CHESS. Just because they didnt wanna exercise. They are those kinds of girls, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, they're all tanned, exhausted, willing to stand under the hot sun together with us. I also saw potentials in few of them. Sometimes I felt like I might be able to change their lives. LOL. And now we've developed good relationships. IM SO GLAD (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to me until buy me present for my birthday. I didn't expect this at all. I was so touched, truly. Im so grateful that they're still hardworking for training and of course - they're all responsible. Im so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to MBS tomorrow and Im sure we're gonna have lotsa fun. What an emotional day :)) Ah. Okay Im late for my favourite show and now, thanks for reading. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I dont have time to check any grammar/spelling mistakes. Forgive me! :)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1250723903232998089?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1250723903232998089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1250723903232998089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1250723903232998089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1250723903232998089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/04/appointment-with-councellor-unexpected.html' title='Appointment with the councellor; An unexpected belated birthday present.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTTjVRdj9Kg/Taa3JL5xTJI/AAAAAAAADB0/uuvw2bYorMU/s72-c/Image4841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2601360300490808905</id><published>2011-03-30T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:31:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, the family talked about my results, and my future. Nagging non-stop that I will also face the problem, not knowing what to study after SPM. Not knowing what my future career would be. Not sure what field am I interested in. So he went bringing up the thing I hated the most --- Accounting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Everyday I can see real lot of vacancies looking for accountants, account exercutives, accounting managers, etc etc. In contrast, vacancies that search for lab assistants, biotechnologists, pharmacists, dietician, aren't that many. I hardly see it. So its clear that IF I chose accounting, there is 99% that Im gonna have a job in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, do I like accounting? Do I like calculating, do I like seeing so many arabian numbers everyday? Do I like managing accounts? NO. Besides, I have been told that my results, from their point of view, is SO-SO only. Not like the other top students in class. Wow, you call my results SO-SO!!!!! Im studying in a big school having 12 classes each form, Im in the top class, I have 42 classmates and I usually get position between no.14-19th and my results are SO-SO! WOWWWW!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I have no 10 A+. To get JPA scholarship, I needed to have at least 9A+. You think its really that easy to score all 90-95% and above for every single subjects. Maybe if its sciences from art stream, perdagangan and those I will have more confident but Im studying science stream. People study science stream to be doctors, engineers, architects, biotechnologists, chemists, and so on. And how many people around us are actually these professionals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought back. I said I have my interests. I roughly know what field Im gonna go for further studies. I have interests in them! But Im not telling them what is in my mind because they are talking like this today is due to too much informations they get from me. They think they know me, the education today so well. But hey, they dont understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really frustrating. First I sobbed while fighting back and then I was dropping tears non-stop, started blowing and cursed myself for being so emotional after the break down. One thing I hated about myself is that I drop tears really easily. That just shows the others that Im weak and vulnerable and I dont like it! Ok back to the topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked again, "Will your INTEREST bring you a good future or not? Will you be able to look for a job after that, or not?" My heart replied immediately SURELY BETTER THAN THE TWO OF YOU. But I didn't reply her, I just said yes. Couldn't bare it, to talk to them like that. So I'll just keep it to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted that I made them have high hopes on me. I should have acted how stupid I am in front of them, instead of pretending to be the smartest one who knows everything. Now they think I can really achieve better by putting more effort plus not studying at the eleventh hour before the exams. &lt;em&gt;Which is, true also.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them that my results are good, they'll exert unmeasureable kPa of pressure on me. Tell them that my results are not good, they'll nag nag nag and blame me for not working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD. I have a life okay, I cant spend my time just to study everyday like how some people do. Get 10A+ so what? Whats the big deal? Certain people can get only 5As and the rest all B but in the end turn out to be a doctor. By the time who will ask him about his SPM? The most important thing is that, I think, for the subjects which will relate to your future studies to get high grades. Seriously if you study to be a pharmacist, do they look at your Addmaths, Maths, Moral, Physics, English, BC whether you get A+ for those or not? DO THEY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in class today, was having relief and all the classmates have things to do their own, slacking to kill time. But no one noticed me except for MJ. Calmed down because she's been tapping my back. I hardly get to experience this in my life. I realized that no matter how tough I pretended to be, deep in me Im just a little girl like the others. I need love, I need caring, I need warm hugs, and I need to feel appreciated too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I have to stop talking already. But blogging is so fun :) I feel so much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2601360300490808905?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2601360300490808905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2601360300490808905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2601360300490808905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2601360300490808905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-night-family-talked-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1795881254225707482</id><published>2011-03-30T15:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:01:56.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You probably are sick of your gf. So you picked a dog over her. You let her sitting there alone, so quietly, while you yourself have fun with the rest of the people. You talk to anonymous people, randomly, but not your gf. Yes there are times when you and your gf are together but how much things you really shared with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need her, you talk to her, look for her. When you do not need her, you storm off and leave with your other friends, not caring whether she's gonna be all alone behind. You talk to her like you're her boss, always telling her what to do. As if you're the centre of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be, a person who everyone dislikes. Alone. But eversince your gf joined you, you turned popular and started gaining many friendships because she was the one who introduced you to everyone. And your results are not good. But your gf chose to be with you because she thought you'll make a good company. A bff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realized that you are someone who is never enough. Slowly, you began to approach the other girls and made yourself a part of their lives. Today, you are famous, well-known, and you started throwing her behind cause she's not good enough compare to you. You think you should join better people instead of this unfamous, low-profile, shy, old gf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just so you, so ignorant, so naive, so cold-blooded. Not knowing how many people are talking behind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt another lesson, that expectation is the root of all heartache. All these while she's been doubting this relationship, and now she's assured. That you, will never be the one she will choose to count on. You are just as selfish, as self-centered as your ______(wanna fill in the blank?), no offense. Continue making great friends with people around you and throw them behind when you're sick of them after that. There will always be a gang of people who will anti you forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye." Your gf is leaving, for real. You will regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1795881254225707482?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1795881254225707482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1795881254225707482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1795881254225707482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1795881254225707482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-probably-are-sick-of-your-gf.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8355806680577159339</id><published>2011-03-28T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:58:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小蚂蚁和毛毛虫的故事</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/Toy-Story-2-A-Bug%27s-Life-we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/Toy-Story-2-A-Bug%27s-Life-we.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 有一天，在一棵树枯萎了的树上，小蚂蚁与一只毛毛虫结识。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它们成为了好朋友，常常陪伴孤单的对方，因为树上只有它们两个。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毛毛虫个性爽朗、幽默，常常为小蚂蚁带来不少欢乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;久而久之，小蚂蚁发现他对毛毛虫的一切欣赏不已。希望下半辈子都能和毛毛虫一齐度过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在一个下午... &lt;br /&gt;毛毛虫：“你知道吗？ 我常常在想象自己变成蝴蝶的样子喔。” &lt;br /&gt;小蚂蚁：“蝴... 蝶？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5885882/tumblr_le7oh40hQP1qd75sxo1_500_large.png?1293663904"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5885882/tumblr_le7oh40hQP1qd75sxo1_500_large.png?1293663904" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 小蚂蚁楞住。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他忘记了，毛毛虫不可能永远都是现在毛毛虫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 他忘记了，总有一天，毛毛虫将展翅高飞，变成一只美丽的蝴蝶，到处看世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 蚂蚁领悟到，它和毛毛虫将分离，各有各的世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蚂蚁长大后，必须回到家里帮忙搬运食物，一辈子在土壤里过活。可是毛毛虫不一样，长大后的它，能有自由的生活，在缤纷色彩的花儿上允吸淳淳花蜜。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，毛毛虫会离开它。 只是小蚂蚁担心，长大后的毛毛虫，&lt;strong&gt;会忘了这个曾经一齐度过美好时光的夥伴。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8355806680577159339?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8355806680577159339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8355806680577159339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8355806680577159339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8355806680577159339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_28.html' title='小蚂蚁和毛毛虫的故事'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2732076014463178977</id><published>2011-03-26T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:40:23.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For zillion times already, I feel like escaping from the world and the &lt;strong&gt;school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2732076014463178977?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2732076014463178977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2732076014463178977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2732076014463178977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2732076014463178977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-zillion-times-already-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1499481971280719048</id><published>2011-03-26T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:55:34.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exchanged number with Nicole today. Also asked her about her crush, who's also my friend. Lol, seriously, I was REAL surprised. She told me that when he saw her, he didn't even say hi then went off already. She sounded a lil disappointed, aw. I went to look for him to return his notes later, I asked if she wanna come along with me, but she said no. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO surprised to see someone today. Z-z-z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went popular and bought snacks during the half hour break. Joel felt cheated because he bought a different package of Kitkat which is more expensive but the quantity... almost the same. Plus he had hard times pealing of the plastics. Ha ha ha pathetic!!!!! And the crispy seaweed he bought, kept asking me to finish them cause he's so sick of whole packet of seaweed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD french fries also like that.&lt;br /&gt;"Always cannot eat finish then throw to me lah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lor, next time I cannot finish, I just throw away lor... XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When teacher was saying how we slowly abandoning our mother languages, how young people do not feel shameful of not learning them, I glanced at him sarcastically and he was like, "Sekolah tak bagi saya bercakap bahasa mandarin!" We ended up laughing looool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more. Perhaps I'll keep to myself? I always do ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Nicole and Joel both asked me when's my bday (Which I answered NEXT SUNDAY and they both got :O) regarding driving lessons. So ngam ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo men su yuan le. wo mei you le yi kao. wo bu xi huan yi ge ren. wo bu xi huan. ke shi wo shen me dou bu neng zuo................................ hao fu za de xin qing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ren hui yuan yi liao jie ma? wo gan ken ding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1499481971280719048?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1499481971280719048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1499481971280719048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1499481971280719048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1499481971280719048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/exchanged-number-with-nicole-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7222633805067624524</id><published>2011-03-25T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:43:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCOVERY!</title><content type='html'>1. That weirdo in marching team, HAVE BEEN IN MY FRIENDLIST FOR LIKE SO LONG?! Since when we're friends? omggggggg whaaaaaaat theeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weirdo's friend was from CW 6s. WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Crazy man privated his acc. LOL WTHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cant believe Junyi watched the video 1/2 years ago, me singing K .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS EVERYONE ASKING ME, "DIDNT JOIN SENTOSA IDOL?"&lt;br /&gt;wtf. I wanna blog one, but Im speechless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7222633805067624524?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7222633805067624524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7222633805067624524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7222633805067624524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7222633805067624524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/discovery.html' title='DISCOVERY!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-726463034122075290</id><published>2011-03-25T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:21:17.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think You Know Me ? (Bold apply)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I’m single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody disappointed me today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had more then five gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d give a cheater another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (am) been in a relationship with somebody shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I (am) been in a relationship with somebody taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve liked somebody that didn’t like me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been liked by somebody that I didn’t like back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had a crush on two people at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed somebody of the same sex as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody from the opposite sex has made me cry before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight with somebody from the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been in a relationship that lasted less then a month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a relationship that lasted over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been proposed to more then once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the approval of my friends/family before getting into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been told that I am funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive fast when I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own designer clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to wear sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have medium long hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to snowboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to play basketball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to play hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been to a museum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would try almost anything once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve drank before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an alcoholic. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a current high school student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a current college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a GPA higher then 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hug somebody daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss somebody daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say “I love you” daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written a letter to somebody recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have cried myself to sleep before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed up all night because I was worried about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read the bible more then twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could, I would move to a different country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would date a guy/girl who has a lower income than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would date a guy/girl who doesn’t go to school because they are lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would date a guy/girl who doesn’t have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would date a guy/girl who can’t find a job due to the economy situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would date a guy/girl with a criminal history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would date a guy/girl that to my knowledge has cheated before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a TV in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My room is always messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play video games daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a diamond ring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear make up every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more then five piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy new clothes every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I memorize my parents cell phone number.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a week to memorize my cell phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite color is either yellow, white, purple or black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told that I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been told that I’m crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been told that I’m a good friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody has told me that they loved me before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has told me that they hate me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody has told me that they would do anything for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend has seen me cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have cried in a class room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cried in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cried at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want something that I can’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still sleep with stuffed animals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can play a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could see someone right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-726463034122075290?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/726463034122075290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=726463034122075290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/726463034122075290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/726463034122075290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-think-you-know-me-bold-apply.html' title='You Think You Know Me ? (Bold apply)'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8954949629797754392</id><published>2011-03-20T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:31:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>丈夫 情人 蓝颜知己的差别</title><content type='html'>【哲理人生网&lt;a href="http://www.6705.com/"&gt;www.6705.com&lt;/a&gt; xxx】&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　所谓丈夫，不用说就是指结婚之后成为配偶的男性。“夫”这个字一看就是一个象形文字，“大”字代表“大人”的意思，在“大”字上面加上一个表示男人在弱冠之时横插入发中的簪子的“一”字，就表示一个独立的成熟男子的意思，“夫”这个字据说就是这样形成的。“夫”字，不仅表示与一个女子结婚的男人的意思，还包括了一个成熟的男人必须通过劳动获得生活所必需的粮食的意思。所以说做男人难,做个平凡的男人更难!丈夫,一丈之内是你的夫!就是你愿意把他当成永远长不大的男人的他!把他的工资积蓄都交给你保管了的男人。什么是情人？就是你偷偷摸摸地去和他约会又怕丈夫撞见的男人。什么是蓝颜知己，就是在老公与男朋友之下，在其他男性朋友之上的男人。就是你能把有些秘密说给他听却不能说给丈夫听的男人。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫是一种约束，约束你不能随便和别的男人交往；&lt;br /&gt;情人是一种补偿，补偿你想从丈夫那得到却又无法得到的激情；&lt;br /&gt;蓝颜知己就是一种点拨，点拨你心中的迷津。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫陪你过日子，情人陪你花钞票，蓝颜知己陪你聊聊天。&lt;br /&gt;丈夫不能替代情人，因为他没有情人有情调；&lt;br /&gt;情人不能代替丈夫，因为他没有丈夫的亲情；&lt;br /&gt;丈夫和情人都代替不了蓝颜知己，那是心灵的需要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫是一个和你没有一点血缘关系的男人，却为你深夜不回家而牵肠挂肚；&lt;br /&gt;情人是一个和你没有一点家庭关系的男人，却让你尝尽做女人滋味尽情消魂；&lt;br /&gt;蓝颜知己是一个还没和你扯上关系的男人，却能分担你的快乐和忧愁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫是一个家，是一个能给你浮躁的心带来安抚的港湾；&lt;br /&gt;情人是家的累赘，只是不到万不得已你不想甩掉；&lt;br /&gt;蓝颜知己是家的点缀，没有他你不会觉得寂寞，但你会觉得生活没意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫的关心像一杯白开水，有时会成为一种无言，只是在生病时才成为一种温馨；&lt;br /&gt;情人的关心就像在白开水里加了一勺糖，慢慢地品上一个晚上还不满足;说上一万个‘我爱你‘还没有让你听怨；&lt;br /&gt;蓝颜知己的关心就像工作到午夜喝一杯咖啡，越喝越提神。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫让你怀上他的孩子会深情地问你是个男孩还是个女孩，&lt;br /&gt;情人让你怀上他的孩子会苦苦哀求你打掉!&lt;br /&gt;对于蓝颜知己，你会把你的情人让你怀孕的消息告诉他，并问他你该怎么办。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于丈夫，你会在他发现你的肚子大了的秘密后才告诉他：“其实，我早就想告诉你了。”然后拼命地向他解释，并作可怜状。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丈夫回了娘家一个星期不回来你也不想，&lt;br /&gt;情人三天不见你就给他打电话：上哪去了？今晚我们到老地方喝杯咖啡好吗？心中有了苦闷，&lt;br /&gt;你最想找个蓝颜知己倾诉，告诉他你在丈夫和情人之间疲于奔命，实在受不了了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最让女人受不了的是丈夫的无言，情人的贪心，蓝颜知己的误解。&lt;br /&gt;丈夫的无言使女人的心乱上加乱，&lt;br /&gt;情人的贪心让女人已软的心变得酥软，&lt;br /&gt;蓝颜知己的误解把女人的心由悬崖推进深谷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最好的丈夫，&lt;br /&gt;就是女人能从他身上找到情人和蓝颜知己两种相互交织的感觉，只是这种感觉女人很难找到。&lt;br /&gt;最好的情人是在你和他的关系被丈夫发现而主动退出又不提任何要求，只是情人很难做到这点。最好的蓝颜知己是有一天他能成为情人，甚至丈夫，只是这种想法很难实现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有可能，女人都在想把蓝颜知己变成情人，&lt;br /&gt;如果再有可能，再把他变成丈夫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是变成丈夫的蓝颜知己就不再是知己了，因为很少有女人把自己的丈夫当成知己的。&lt;br /&gt;女人心中有好多秘密不能随便说给丈夫听的。要不，那还叫女人么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嫁一个丈夫是为了怕别人说闲话，&lt;br /&gt;找一个情人是为了给单调的生活加点味精，&lt;br /&gt;交一个蓝颜知己是想给空虚的心灵浇点鸡汤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人一生都在寻找的不是一个丈夫，也不是一个情人，而是一个甚至更多的蓝颜知己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些失去是注定的，有些缘分是永远不会有结果的，&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人不一定要拥有，但拥有了一个人就一定要珍惜，&lt;br /&gt;不要等到伤害的时候才去乞求原谅，不要等到失去的时候再去挽回。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我不小心流下一滴泪水，那是因为我不愿意忘记你是谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知己，可以是统称，无论同性异性皆可以。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而蓝颜知己是是在情人之下，朋友之上的纯洁的没有肉体关系，却又胜于拥有肉体关系的感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蓝颜知己，就是在老公与男朋友之下，在其他男性朋友之上的男人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;（蒋志聪改编自&lt;妻子 情人 红颜知己的差别 &gt;）&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8954949629797754392?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8954949629797754392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8954949629797754392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8954949629797754392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8954949629797754392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_20.html' title='丈夫 情人 蓝颜知己的差别'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-635298623101814040</id><published>2011-03-16T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:19:15.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189913_1913792287194_1313520866_2238842_2077437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189913_1913792287194_1313520866_2238842_2077437_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First try on McD's breakfast meal.&lt;br /&gt;Was it me or the coffee's a lil too bitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188651_1913799047363_1313520866_2238848_3931198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188651_1913799047363_1313520866_2238848_3931198_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister's ABRSM exam @ Victoria Institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my first time visiting that historical school. Their buildings are quite different from the normal SMKs, thumbs up. There were boys brigate, I think, trainning along the field and the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chinese students of Mandarin Society having one day camp at the hall. Wished I could blend in while waiting for sister to finish her paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met Joycelin, Shenni, Perli, Huixin and boyfriend, and some juniors. Wow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great chat with Joycelin. We live so near but never bump into each other. We could be true good friends in real life, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198315_1913797927335_1313520866_2238847_5685146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198315_1913797927335_1313520866_2238847_5685146_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful asrama at VI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200684_1913796847308_1313520866_2238845_6704590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200684_1913796847308_1313520866_2238845_6704590_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brochures from Edu Fair @ Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgEMRgXnUOk/TVXm9NLBWnI/AAAAAAAAEZw/0Yfah1Hw3_E/s1600/blackSwan-Natalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgEMRgXnUOk/TVXm9NLBWnI/AAAAAAAAEZw/0Yfah1Hw3_E/s1600/blackSwan-Natalie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out Regina got to be with her parents,&lt;br /&gt;Mernjo couldn't confirm,&lt;br /&gt;Xiangting last minute inform cannot attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jiaxin was ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im grateful cause we made it through the movie. Was so annoyed the night before because there're people who say GSC is really strict they will definitely check IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE MADE IT!!!! It was really hard to believe but we made it! Couldnt tell how amazed I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are scenes that I found it breath-catching. WOW. WOW, and WOW!&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE SHOW!!! 5 star rated! Jx and I sometimes went like, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"YER! EWWW!!! XD OMGGG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowonder Natalie Portman got awarded for that. Trust me, she's REALLY REALLY into it. Which made us, VERY VERY, into it too. WOW. Somehow I felt like the twelve ringgit is worth it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: She's a real ballerina. (Made me admire her more!) JX said they picked her out of a thousand of people. Imagine! Those directors have really good tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/189658_1913795367271_1313520866_2238844_1502026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/189658_1913795367271_1313520866_2238844_1502026_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading. I used to get so excited before but now. I dont think I can finish it by this holiday :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188900_1913793687229_1313520866_2238843_6840612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188900_1913793687229_1313520866_2238843_6840612_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a not-so-famous artist who has the same name as mine.&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THIS?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? You mean, the day before yesterday. It's too awful. Felt like I've been pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried that night non-stop because it's hurted so much. Not like some things I can be frank to everybody. I hated those people for being so low intellect, hated so much I'm not gonna walk that street anymore, not gonna see their faces, or to be seen by them. I hated, I hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find anyone to cry with, so it's only my pillows and domo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, you, and you. Thank you for your advices and everything. It meant so much.&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, &lt;em&gt;".. You're quite filthy yourself."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THIS.&lt;/strong&gt; WILL BEAR IN MIND &lt;strong&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4912879558469581773-635298623101814040?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/635298623101814040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=635298623101814040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/635298623101814040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/635298623101814040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-try-on-mcds-breakfast-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgEMRgXnUOk/TVXm9NLBWnI/AAAAAAAAEZw/0Yfah1Hw3_E/s72-c/blackSwan-Natalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1688338384093808170</id><published>2011-03-11T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:56:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLit2IwoGhA/TXnjrDvPHmI/AAAAAAAADA0/91-r6MiQncA/s1600/image4468-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582743541979749986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLit2IwoGhA/TXnjrDvPHmI/AAAAAAAADA0/91-r6MiQncA/s400/image4468-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1688338384093808170?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1688338384093808170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1688338384093808170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1688338384093808170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1688338384093808170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLit2IwoGhA/TXnjrDvPHmI/AAAAAAAADA0/91-r6MiQncA/s72-c/image4468-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-5662994758788126633</id><published>2011-03-10T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:01:53.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, dear Katy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Have you ever feel, like a plastic bag?&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin?&lt;br /&gt;Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel, already buried deep?&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-5662994758788126633?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5662994758788126633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=5662994758788126633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/5662994758788126633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/5662994758788126633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-dear-katy.html' title='Yes, dear Katy.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-849379445638711977</id><published>2011-03-09T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:11:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有多少只笔在不停地抽动，有多少只嘴在滔滔不绝地诉说着。&lt;br /&gt;然而我想做的，仅仅是闭上双眼， 暂时性地逃离这一切。&lt;br /&gt;还有那些足以.. 让我&lt;strong&gt;精神崩溃&lt;/strong&gt;的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when no teacher in class for like.. 4 periods. Mygod. Can't believe I wasted all 4 periods sleeping while some were having fun and some were trying so hard to finish the homeworks given. And at the same time, MJ was pouring her sad stuffs. So saddening :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual photos were out, man! I never look good in those photos so Im kinda satisfied with mine already, like seriously. But everyone's hair looked so neat and tidy while mine... Why must the wind blew so hard when it's my turn? DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was time to comment on everyone's photo. Laugh out loud when Regina's turned out to have two sets, which means, total 20 photos of her! The photographer must have mixed up. LOL MANN. And majority of people who showed their teeth looked great, all neat and white. Everyone looks good nowadays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Melveleen looked like Korean stars, serious. Somehow when a girl classmate walked in, I told her, "Hey dont have your photos wor, must have been taken by your admirers.." Then she's like.. (teh voice&lt;em&gt;)"Walauuueh~"&lt;/em&gt; And walked out like a model. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement commented on his own photo. "You see, this, here, my nose is like pig's nose." I nodded cause I agreed much and then he said, "I wanna go for plastic surgery already!" XD Andd he kinda took someone's photo and purposely showed it to me. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that someone, really... hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mj's like, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"He ahh, soooo...! I can take a gun and point at his head and he'd still like ... &lt;strong&gt;AH?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahha that made me lmao. Yes he always failed to get my point. Sighhhhh x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a good mood actually. You have no idea man, my partner for PRS Race's been changing for FOUR TIMES in 1/2 weeks. Like w-t-f man. Not blaming VC and HorKuan cause they can't make it but... It just upsets a lot! I could have a stable partner who's able to discuss the games with me but Im doing these all by myself. PLUS, I had approval letters to work on, PLUS, I gotta make sure every station has its games and BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find Mrs Woon just to get that stupid piece of letter. Just a piece. Out of rage. I was a good actress when I greeted her sweetly and got her signature and everything went so well, thank God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also quite frustrated at some people. So upset you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta think about the marching team all the time, too. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188703_1899207562585_1313520866_2217110_7783817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188703_1899207562585_1313520866_2217110_7783817_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Move on. (favourited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared my pink umbrella's story on FB.&lt;br /&gt;Way too drama -.-" I know it's just a cheap and easily affordable but I just have this undescribable obsession on this umbrella. Used to have the same feeling too, few years back, I had a unique pink panther umbrella, it's pink too. Omg limited edition :/ Can't get it back already. SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? The 4 of us..... sigh so speechless. It's koko day and we dealt to wear the green uniform together. What happened was, XT and I wore white socks instead of black because we both couldn't look for the black socks in the morning!!! LOL AND, MJ and R forgotten that they were supposed to wear black shoes so they wore white shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY. Wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I kinda... ran into this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raining and someone's running. And walao the abs, can be seen so obviously under the shirt. Zomg x) Zoooommmmmggg.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-849379445638711977?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/849379445638711977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=849379445638711977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/849379445638711977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/849379445638711977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-329612390344530524</id><published>2011-03-07T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:06:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://crowdfusion.myspacecdn.com/media/2010/12/02/natalie-portman-black-swan-621x322-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://crowdfusion.myspacecdn.com/media/2010/12/02/natalie-portman-black-swan-621x322-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While watching AEC's Entertainment 178 last night, I found out that Natalie Portman is one of the graduate from Harvard College with a B.A. degree in psychology. MYGOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked with the 3 of them after school. We HARDLY walk together after school since.. Idk, few years ago? And I said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hey I felt like we're going back to the young us."&lt;/span&gt; All of them agreed and then I brought back the story of the 3 of us tried so hard to cover one of us' backside due to a shameful reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee so nolstalgic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding Mr Lim's funny joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5 years later, you come back to SMKSS and everything is different.&lt;br /&gt;There will be 8 storey building of classrooms, students threaten to jump off the building if unhappy;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Mr Lim? ..became the pengetua of SMKSS (II) already.. (LAUGHHHS)&lt;br /&gt;Where is Mr Teng? Ah at home, drinking chinese tea..&lt;br /&gt;Where is Mr Lee? Ah traveling the whole world.. (laughs laughs laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Students playing around, chasing, running...&lt;br /&gt;The teachers will nowhere to be seen. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like this joke a lot!! And his jokes really helped us to understand the Chemistry concepts easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, he kinda joked about KY staring at XY. Seriously he was using KY as example but the whole class went so hyper BECAUSE IT WAS SO TRUEEE!!!! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vivian and Sweeimn bought Justin Bieber's concert tickets!! Omg so fanatic ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain ruined my mood. I was supposed to bloggg a long long piece of shit but gee. TIME TO WATCH NEXT STOP HAPPINESS!! Ciao. You girls made my day :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: HAPPINESS ALWAYS COME FIRST! Love ya sisters. (L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-329612390344530524?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/329612390344530524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=329612390344530524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/329612390344530524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/329612390344530524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/while-watching-aecs-entertainment-178.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1985217087294099148</id><published>2011-03-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:00:03.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nevermind. Nevermind. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't mind, Yentheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1985217087294099148?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1985217087294099148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1985217087294099148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1985217087294099148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1985217087294099148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/nevermind.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-5167562477595960681</id><published>2011-03-06T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:43:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I even allowed to complain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-5167562477595960681?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5167562477595960681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=5167562477595960681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/5167562477595960681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/5167562477595960681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-even-allowed-to-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6046882269127564193</id><published>2011-03-04T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:44:15.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Whatever u give a woman,she will make it greater.&lt;br /&gt;Give her sperm, she will give u a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Give her a house,she will give u a home.&lt;br /&gt;Give her groceries, she will give u a meal.&lt;br /&gt;Give her a smile and she will give u her heart.&lt;br /&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what she is given." - Boey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183862_1890229258133_1313520866_2201600_5221644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183862_1890229258133_1313520866_2201600_5221644_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some treats :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Learnt to give commands in a marching team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Failed to take part in University of New South Wales English. I was late for days, probably because I didn't expect it to be FULL -.- Even I have money now, I couldn't take part already. No doubt I was feeling very awful inside because everyone else was able to take part, no matter in Maths, Science or Writing. But I just wanted English. SIGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Gaining better relationships with fellow classmates. As in girls and also boys, very balanced :) I'm happy. The class photos that we took few days ago, will be on my photoframe in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Was very frustrated because of a junior's attitude. He made me wanted to fire him immediately but when I got the letters done, I got into his class and confessed, "I've got letters for you." He stared at the letter so long. "You really have to do this?" "Yes." He looked down, his eyes full of sadness and guilt. I GOT SOFTHEARTED, took back the letter and warned him if he does that again, I really will fire him. (PS: I got so emo after meeting him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Results dropped. Class ranking was 19th instead of 15th because it doesn't judge on total marks but grades. I didn't have any A+..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183862_1890229178131_1313520866_2201598_7142520_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183862_1890229178131_1313520866_2201598_7142520_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addmaths, cannot solve.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I like Puan Tan :) She was concerned when I got like, bottom 10 for my Addmaths. She was like, "Yentheng, what happened?" And I have no idea at all. Told you I hate countings. Don't ask me to go for accounting anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Anonymous people kept calling me EX EX EX whenever they see me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Duty in library alone every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Twitter is like my diary now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Successfully got rid of a .... person who creeps me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183862_1890229218132_1313520866_2201599_1314001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183862_1890229218132_1313520866_2201599_1314001_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paid a visit to Mummy's friend's house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; My birthday is coming! Like, a month to go. Im looking forward to it, so much so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Looking for suitable sneakers but only places like Time Square, Sungai Wang and Sunway has the ones I want. One day Im gonna have them *cheers*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Still thinking whether, am I capable of taking good care of hamsters. I used to have uncountable of them but they died one by one in the end.. Not very good experience. Can I have them as my birthday present? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Was the first one to meet Xiangting's red head puppy Georgie. I LIKE HIM SO MUCH!! I just love friendly dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Social part was okay. :) Satisfying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183862_1890229098129_1313520866_2201596_2809444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183862_1890229098129_1313520866_2201596_2809444_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An impressive modern dim sum (-.-) @ Poh San Dim Sum, Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Class party is on! Brem Park or Sri Petaling, not sure though. And by the way its on 19th of March. IM GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Attending education fair with my girls on 13th of March. Skipping tuition for that :/ Wanted to watch Black Swan badly but don't have any suitable companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Ze marching team is getting better, but still they need a lot of practises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Always eavesdropping (most of the time, unintentionally!) girl classmates that sit behind me talking about.... guys I think. But I have no idea who are they talking about because those guys they always gossiped, were given funny nicknames -.-" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December isnt coming back.&lt;/span&gt; I gotta move on :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6046882269127564193?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6046882269127564193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6046882269127564193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6046882269127564193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6046882269127564193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8618266206215990885</id><published>2011-03-03T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:53:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsmekAlpL-8/TW9yJDhznEI/AAAAAAAADAc/4_qgKplkLsc/s1600/Flower.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579803963226823746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsmekAlpL-8/TW9yJDhznEI/AAAAAAAADAc/4_qgKplkLsc/s400/Flower.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8618266206215990885?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8618266206215990885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8618266206215990885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8618266206215990885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8618266206215990885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsmekAlpL-8/TW9yJDhznEI/AAAAAAAADAc/4_qgKplkLsc/s72-c/Flower.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7957378798552420362</id><published>2011-01-31T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:03:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>悄悄的我走了，&lt;br /&gt;正如我悄悄的来；&lt;br /&gt;我挥一挥衣袖，&lt;br /&gt;不带走一片云彩。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7957378798552420362?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7957378798552420362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7957378798552420362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7957378798552420362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7957378798552420362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1591742738797009734</id><published>2011-01-24T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:20:24.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TT1PfLlOI5I/AAAAAAAADAI/k_euTKdqLdQ/s1600/Flower.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Please don't get me wrong, I honestly have a lot to tell, a lot to say, but as I started to type, those feelings are usually gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I talk about these 2/3 (I don't give a damn it has been 2 or 3) weeks randomly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I walk into school toilets and feeling wanting to throw up, knowing what's inside the toilet bowl. Everyday, I run here and there to complete different tasks. Everyday, I wanted to spend time with JS more but I ended up forgetting to meet him because my mind's full with stuffs and left him waiting for me always and still managed to smile at me when I apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I try to concentrate in every lesson because I knew I have rested well during the holidays. Everyday, I listen news from different people about events going on and I realized Im sick of the school programmes. No, I suppose the one I feel sick the most is the head of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed than I expected. No, not about studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have the urge of resigning and outta everything but as soon as I come to my consciousness I realized I can never quit these all. Different perspectives, different angles, it seems like Im not going to leave all these responsibilities just like that. Yes, it's been hard, and it didn't make me feel good saying it because to me this is just the beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school reopened, I was always "Okay, you already expected what's going to happen in 2011, you've already prepared for the worst, you can make it you can make it you can make it." I felt nothing at first. Slowly the librarian board's meetings started and juniors were complaining to me one by one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senior, I cannot stay back until 5pm to tugas lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senior, I have tuitions, piano lessons, latihan sukan, how am I supposed to replace all my duties by January?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senior, I'm thinking of resigning already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senior, The Form4s cannot make it to the official meeting because we ALL HAVE EXTRA CLASSES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senior, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow house marching team is the major problem, so far. I've never felt so depressed, so angry, so disappointed. Can I say, Im not doing for this anymore, I dont want to. Can I? No I cant :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the PRS club is so bonded with school we almost help in all the activities organized by the school. Nothing I can say, once I wanted to shout desperately WHAT ARE WE FOR, WE COME TO SCHOOL TO STUDY TO GET GOOD RESULTS TO LEARN THINGS OR BE YOUR SERVANTS? And you keep requesting for more and more activities as if we're so bored we got nothing better to do to kill time in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fun is lost lah, all the passion is gone lah. This is no longer the school I know, LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sounding very irresponsible. I dont fucking care because no one knows how stressed I am and if I continue torturing myself like this again sooner or later I'll suffer from depression and might end up suiciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night I have this silly thought, I thought of my family. I requested to have pizza that night (I never asked what to eat for dinner) , and had heart-to-heart conversation with sis alone. That moment, I was satisfied already. I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;if I die now, I will have nothing to regret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-9108532615514948104?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/9108532615514948104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=9108532615514948104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9108532615514948104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/9108532615514948104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/whenever-i-feel-like-blogging-im-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6651784687528136675</id><published>2011-01-16T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:25:36.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back to december, turn around and make it alright and&lt;br /&gt;I go back to december all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think about summer, all the beautiful times&lt;br /&gt;I watched you laughing from the passenger side,&lt;br /&gt;Realized I loved you in the fall&lt;br /&gt;And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind&lt;br /&gt;You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right&lt;br /&gt;And how you held me in your arms that September night,&lt;br /&gt;The first time you ever saw me cry&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Probably mindless dreaming&lt;br /&gt;If we loved again I swear I'd love you right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6651784687528136675?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6651784687528136675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6651784687528136675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6651784687528136675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6651784687528136675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-turns-out-freedom-aint-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6830427198297767650</id><published>2011-01-13T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:17:02.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling super horrible now. Expressed those hatred, anger and also frustrations via Twitter and Facebook, also complained to many people that'd chatted with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Gareth, it makes me wonder if giving up Singapore's scholarship was a wise choice. Maybe if I went to the test, and failed, at least I tried but I didn't even have tried. WOW IM FEELING EVEN MORE HORRIBLE NAO. At least if I left this place, I could leave all those burdens behind. All the AJK posts. Well I personally think it's a lil too much, but I didn't mind because I thought I can handle them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im vry unhappy with all those new systems in school that causing us troubles from time to time. Too much to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I repeat all the problems again I'll feel like committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im asked to be more positive, more optimistic. What can I do -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6830427198297767650?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6830427198297767650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6830427198297767650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6830427198297767650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6830427198297767650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-feeling-super-horrible-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6907238040670625914</id><published>2011-01-13T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:12:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FEELING SO STRESSED, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO STRESSED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND SO STRESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the homeworks, not about the lessons. But worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Im going to make it, how long this suffocation will last and if Im going to break down someday. These all are driving me crazy and I don't fucking like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how much I hated the principal.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. F. F. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6907238040670625914?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6907238040670625914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6907238040670625914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6907238040670625914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6907238040670625914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-feeling-so-stressed-so-stressed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7274588914852693388</id><published>2011-01-07T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:44:31.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcyb8gLBhz1qdhmifo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcyb8gLBhz1qdhmifo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld1cdqAO4U1qdhmifo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld1cdqAO4U1qdhmifo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld2yzlVYhl1qdhmifo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 498px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld2yzlVYhl1qdhmifo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldp244pXLW1qdhmifo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldp244pXLW1qdhmifo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Damn this WHY-YOU-NO guy. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day of school was a disaster. No electricity for whole block and then rained cats and dogs after school, everyone got wet T_T And Mernjo was being so so kind, she shared her umbrella with me, awww. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in the end I got wet too when I returned to the school with another umbrella again to look for my long lost cousin and turned out she was waiting at the hall, HOMAIGOD. (I really damn nice lor, who will get all wet in and out just to bring your cousin out of the heavy rain? Omg x_x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with MJ in class, Vivian is also beside me! Fated one, everything is fated. LOL. Our teachers all remained the same except for Siviks. Omg siviks teacher's name is Arbee, and then the guys said just add one alphabet B in front of his name, hahahahahahahahhaha omg! XD I laughed non-stop after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the funniest moment on the first day of the school was the moment we choose class commitees. Since our classroom is the farest to the office, we thought of choosing ERIC THE FATTY as the boy monitor, hahahah!!! But in the end chose ChanPheng and for girl, Carolyn since the whole class wanted to match the two 'cold ones' together. Hahahaha, omg, love the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole class students remained except Munyee who shifted back to Kelantan again T_T The whole thing of her absense was like a dream..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats in the labs remained almost the same also. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then, the funniest day of the week belongs to... WEDNESDAY!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we went have lunch with the guys (classmates). Only 4 out of 15 ABSENT. But then, only 4 girls, which is me, Carolyn, XT and Regina attended. Funny, awkward? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we girls kept laughed at the boys' jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay something like this. we joined all the tables together and Eric sat at the chairman position, which is the end. We girls sat at the other end, the pizza always came to us first, and slowly passed down till Eric the last one. So they were laughing at Eric because that way he gets to slim down by eating our leftovers only. Also they said we all sat at the right places because if it's the opposite, we girls sat at the end eventually no pizza will left to us, because the boys will grab all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also teased at the Pizza Hut servants. One guy has very flat nose, and Cheo said he looks vry sombong, and asked us to notice how large his nostrils are. hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eric said his place was not bad also, can see stars. We laughed like shit hahahah. (Someone with dandruff was sitting beside him) Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we bought Revive and Coke, when asking who didn't want Revive Eric made me LMAO: "Who wont want Revive? Dont revive all die already lor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school and taught the Form1 students to sing school songs, omg, cute. Kenny, Joseph, Daniel, YukChuin, Xiangting, Waisum, Shingwei, Regina and I sang in front of them first and they continued, following the lyrics given. So cute!! The boys especially, who are so short so chubby, so cute, sang louder than the shy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never stop asking them to sing louder and in the end they really improved a lot. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it came to promoting our club, one boy innocently asked what else our club does besides SINGING SONGS. LOL, they thought our club have to sing school songs!! Kids are kids, damn creative one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered one boy is YenPinh's brother. "You don't look like your brother." "Of course, Im much more handsome." LOLOLOL&lt;/p&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/4912879558469581773-7274588914852693388?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7274588914852693388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7274588914852693388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7274588914852693388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7274588914852693388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/damn-this-why-you-no-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6651047588794823567</id><published>2011-01-04T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:04:08.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand you. I never do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6651047588794823567?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6651047588794823567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6651047588794823567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6651047588794823567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6651047588794823567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-understand-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1519397786747990738</id><published>2010-12-30T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:23:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld8xpzOWO91qzmzmho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld8xpzOWO91qzmzmho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always a reason for any thing. All you need to do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as ever, but it might enquire the largest courage to do so. But maybe if you try, you'll get the answers clearly. Then you will see how, why, things change up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about karma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, communications are important, serious. Keep it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS (L), it's not that we don't want to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1519397786747990738?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1519397786747990738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1519397786747990738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1519397786747990738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1519397786747990738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-always-reason-for-any-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-4123724604178961178</id><published>2010-12-29T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:52:04.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertained by Princess Hours *much loved!!*</title><content type='html'>jjj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61668_151015848265369_100000708631889_302905_2120392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61668_151015848265369_100000708631889_302905_2120392_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs153.ash2/40994_131910043520331_100001040096606_170868_3719407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs153.ash2/40994_131910043520331_100001040096606_170868_3719407_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs668.snc4/60823_151015941598693_100000708631889_302906_6045347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 454px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs668.snc4/60823_151015941598693_100000708631889_302906_6045347_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs639.snc4/59929_1611237762686_1288507078_1702746_2542812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs639.snc4/59929_1611237762686_1288507078_1702746_2542812_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I liked most is the bears. OMG SO CUTE ONEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.velverse.com/img/2007/february/goong_opening_b14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.velverse.com/img/2007/february/goong_opening_b14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Love love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WkIE0olXYE/SlBTwTFoRZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PV5e-bsepIc/s320/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WkIE0olXYE/SlBTwTFoRZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PV5e-bsepIc/s320/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sad scene.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much much loved, so so loved!! Im so into korean entertainment recently.. Now singapore shows are nothing to me already, don't even bother Hong Kong's, too old for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN WAVE~ ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/photo102614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 573px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/photo102614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koreanclicks.com/pics/JGS2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.koreanclicks.com/pics/JGS2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eyeoftheblogger.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/a927adfdca81af04_jang_geun_suk_-_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://eyeoftheblogger.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/a927adfdca81af04_jang_geun_suk_-_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-4123724604178961178?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4123724604178961178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=4123724604178961178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4123724604178961178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4123724604178961178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/entertained-by-princess-hours-much.html' title='Entertained by Princess Hours *much loved!!*'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WkIE0olXYE/SlBTwTFoRZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PV5e-bsepIc/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-871851112570193727</id><published>2010-12-27T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:17:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNUAL GATHERING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs802.snc4/68213_1710465358121_1132715281_1912875_2426818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs802.snc4/68213_1710465358121_1132715281_1912875_2426818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't meet 50% of them like for 1 year and above :D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1384.snc4/163635_1710471478274_1132715281_1912914_8294362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1384.snc4/163635_1710471478274_1132715281_1912914_8294362_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I really laughed my lungs out. While waiting for more to arrive, Cheo pointed at the oven with chickens at Kenny Rogers and said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"走，我们去叫鸡。"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was like HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OMGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Tee Yan Sheng and Kok Wy Keen, omg never see them after graduated. Glad that Cheo brought them along yo. Many of them hardly recognize Tee, I also failed to recognize Yanxun and KenTsen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see their long hairstyle, like korean stars, we tend to ask similar questions like: &lt;em&gt;"Is it really so expensive to cut hair in singapore?" &lt;/em&gt;hhahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginnie's sister stepped in and talked to her and walked out,&lt;br /&gt;I joked, "Ginnie I thought it's your daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;Ginnie: "Funny ah! XD"&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;".. Surname &lt;strong&gt;CHAN &lt;/strong&gt;one :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karyee: "HAHAHAHAH YENTHENG!! HIGH FIVE HIGH FIVE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got teased by YuanYao lor, dont know where that daringness came from, he went talking about J loudly in front the classmates until Kong showed me a dirty look. Wth ahhaha. Saw someone smiled soundlessly too.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really active all the time, most active ones would be Karyee Ginnie Sweeimn, they kept asking diff people for photos. Maybe it was because I merely slept 2 hours that day.. 2 out of 8 hours.. Gosh. One pimple at the nose suddenly attempted to pop up at around 3am, I was feeling so #$(&amp;amp;#$^&amp;amp;#, thinking eyebags are enough so I did milk masks and magically the pimple healed asap! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms nonstop while eating. Yeebin, qirui, khewei, jiansheng, etc etc, also been talking so much, until out of 20++ people, i was the last to finish my food, while they have been having fun taking photos for a long period of time, I still about to finish my food slowly -.-" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyee's been teasing also!!!!! LOLOLOL. Purposely asked me to take a photo of her and JS lah and asked me did I feel sour inside but really no feeling lah hahahaha wth. Bumped into MJ JS Caroline JX Chawchaw also!! Sucha weird scene, classmates gathered at the middle of the road then MJ they all came and some knew each other some didnt.... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mj gave me a shout from back first and surprised me and we screamed hugging each other, old classmates must be thinking why am I so realistic treating MJ so much enthusiastic than them, LOL. Then Yuanyao came and told me he recognized MJ and I showed them each other and hahahahha. Then Jiaxin told me Yuanyao looked like Lyezhang! And I also showed MJ someone nyehehehehe ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to go home :/ not home, actually was heading to Ikea with parents. So sad the moment I said goodbye to everyone and some of the girls hugged me and said touching words like we're not going to meet again SIGH. Chau Kin Weng asked if he can hug me and I said NO and they laughed looooooooooool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I begged them to have a group photo before I leave and after 10 minutes or smtg they finally got tamed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering, it's always nice lah. :) NICE NICE NICE. We only meet each other once a year. Thank god we're still keeping in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some special feelings towards the old classmates which I couldn't explain. I felt everyone appreciate each other the same way even though we're miles and miles apart. Awesome really. You'll have to feel it yourself to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like we're gonna keep in touch FOREVER (L).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-871851112570193727?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/871851112570193727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=871851112570193727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/871851112570193727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/871851112570193727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/annual-gathering.html' title='ANNUAL GATHERING!!!!!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-512683308415469267</id><published>2010-12-24T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:56:51.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now it's clear that why I never liked you. You simply piss people off without your own realization. Seriously, I pity you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-512683308415469267?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/512683308415469267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=512683308415469267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/512683308415469267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/512683308415469267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-its-clear-that-why-i-never-liked.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-4110069527757508677</id><published>2010-12-20T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:24:39.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Enjoyed Most</title><content type='html'>Kay I've been dreaming very frequently these days. Yesterday I dreamnt that I have a dog, it is very quiet, inactive, tiny and tame. More like a doll but still I loved it a lot. I fought with the giant cat that looked like Garfield which tried to bully my dog :&lt; href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs933.snc4/74687_1765941871026_1313520866_1950224_2295031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs933.snc4/74687_1765941871026_1313520866_1950224_2295031_n.jpg" /&gt;I was very serious la walking around the showrooms, planning what to buy for our new house. So serious I grabbed one pencil and shopping list and took with me all the time until the list was nearly full looool. All the time, I was like, &lt;em&gt;"I want this!"/ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Omg, so nice one&lt;/span&gt;"/ "Ehhhh SO NICEEE!"/ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I reaaaaally want this!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that moment I hoped that my dad was the boss of Ikea, man ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice ice cream, vanilla only 1 buck. I think it's better than McD's lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really packed in Ikea, I Utama, Ikano. But I liked it there :D Then I met an ex-classmate while I was finishing my ice-cream, awww!!! Who they said have been admiring me for 5 years++ wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163222_1765942471041_1313520866_1950227_8146294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163222_1765942471041_1313520866_1950227_8146294_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Succeeded finding a place to settle down, dammmn packed at Ikea Food. Because everyone asked us to try their meatballs{!!!!}. But then I don't know why we didn't try the meatballs, why why why?! Instead we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1386.snc4/163842_1765942751048_1313520866_1950228_2732076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1386.snc4/163842_1765942751048_1313520866_1950228_2732076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken leg, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l14.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-snc4/hs1120.snc4/148236_1765942951053_1313520866_1950229_6934229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://l14.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-snc4/hs1120.snc4/148236_1765942951053_1313520866_1950229_6934229_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salmon, chicken wings, .. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next table two woman suddenly talked to mom like an expert already. There's another salmon dish which is tastier, and meatballs are highly recommended, and the prawn dish, waaaa freshly imported yet the price is so reasonable etc.. Wow we even made friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they left and one malay family sat on the table and we made friends too. Thanks to the auntie before for being so friendly kept chatting with him, hahaha :D And the nicest thing dining in Ikea food, pay only 2 bucks for the cup of coffee and free refill and on and on and on! LOOOL, mygod. Everyone refills, madness fun! XD (This just excites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs771.snc4/67099_1765943271061_1313520866_1950231_308823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs771.snc4/67099_1765943271061_1313520866_1950231_308823_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the Street of THE CURVE and I realized those necklaces they're selling, I remember I saw them on one of the pictures in Tumblr!!! Same design omg, MYGOD MYGOD hahahahha. Nice nice. Also they hired a nice band to sing christmas songs, imagine having delicious foods at the restaurants and opposite you there's a band singing songs facing you. AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163276_1765943671071_1313520866_1950234_7566630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163276_1765943671071_1313520866_1950234_7566630_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah kept taking pics. 4 of us went so hyper there. Oh also shopped and I got myself a white skirt and a cartigan and I felt like heavenly because I love those two so much lololololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, theres a catwalk session on the stage and everyone went to have a look. Pretty models with pretty dresses, waww :D Damn damn skinny, or I should say, BONY. I think they're like Regina in 170/180cm hahahahhahahahahahahha NO OFFENSE LOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs907.snc4/72046_1765943551068_1313520866_1950233_7587995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs907.snc4/72046_1765943551068_1313520866_1950233_7587995_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why so cute one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs822.snc4/68289_1765943791074_1313520866_1950235_5907501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs822.snc4/68289_1765943791074_1313520866_1950235_5907501_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad looked so cute again, WHY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1376.snc4/164803_1765943991079_1313520866_1950236_5005035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1376.snc4/164803_1765943991079_1313520866_1950236_5005035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAH WHY I LOOK SO CUTE ONE?! WTH HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to look for Kodak photokem in &lt;a href="mailto:E@Curve"&gt;E@Curve&lt;/a&gt; and bumped into Arveen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Im crapping too much O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-4110069527757508677?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4110069527757508677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=4110069527757508677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4110069527757508677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4110069527757508677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-i-enjoyed-most.html' title='The Day I Enjoyed Most'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8171007371750241724</id><published>2010-12-18T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:42:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs887.snc4/72039_1762749111209_1313520866_1942454_5437165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 416px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs887.snc4/72039_1762749111209_1313520866_1942454_5437165_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I used to build a "house" in my living room with sister! When we're young :) We overnight in there and it's always so warm. Aww young times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody taught us that ;) Well, kids are always creative, aren't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogoodbyeimissyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://hellogoodbyeimissyou.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; OMG NOW I HAVE A TUMBLR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8171007371750241724?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8171007371750241724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8171007371750241724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8171007371750241724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8171007371750241724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-i-used-to-build-house-in-my-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7275818853653235456</id><published>2010-12-16T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:32:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs592.ash2/154454_169558583071571_155274641166632_457312_3221770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs592.ash2/154454_169558583071571_155274641166632_457312_3221770_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“如果是朋友，想念的时候可以随时打电话，也可以随时见面;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果是朋友，当我疲惫的时候，你可以陪在我的身边;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果是朋友，当你疲惫的时候，我可以伸出援手对不对？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果是朋友，现在不能做的，都可做对不对？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;如果是朋友，也可以接受礼物对不对？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7275818853653235456?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7275818853653235456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7275818853653235456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7275818853653235456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7275818853653235456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-3551826707479469467</id><published>2010-12-16T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:18:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im stubborn, Im disappointing, I potong steam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to get well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EMO*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-3551826707479469467?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3551826707479469467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=3551826707479469467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3551826707479469467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3551826707479469467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-stubborn-im-disappointing-i-potong.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6079654819639335988</id><published>2010-12-15T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:34:56.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lck83hWBWK1qam9fco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 635px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lck83hWBWK1qam9fco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWW! Found this on Vivian's Tumblr :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so lazy to blog about our day at her house, since she already blogged about it herself :) Perhaps touching on a few points will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I was supposed to arrive at his home and head to hers together. So that morning, something bad happened *curse it, lol* and I was late! The moment I stood by the gate, his dog which usually swings its tail when it sees him, barks and ran to me. Wtffffff, as if it was going to tear me into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was truly terrified. So speechless lol. Then we arrived her house, my face turned pale when I see her DOGS. Again. BARKS SO LOUD AIYORRR. Then she explained that her dogs are enthusiastic and friendly, and Angel doesnt bite. Then whole day we walked in and out the house, faced the dogs thousand times, I slowly got used to them, especially Angel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei Dut Dut bites, so there's still part of me that feared, though he's a better and disciplined, and according to her, FDD feels it when she's not happy. &amp;amp; I kinda like the bonds between the owners and the dogs *envious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Angel approached me, place her hands on my lap and arms. Wow! :D To me, this is definitely a new experience. And its true that she's friendly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But still, a coward like me, never stop requesting the owner to hold her dogs whenever we go in/out the house. (Still feared that they'll jump to me and give me a bite, rofl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the dog posts, I talk about.. Haha the games we played. We played Monopoly in the morning, hours and hours, losing $, earning $, on and on and on. Its like a never ending game. Well, quite nice for me bcause in the end I was a rich woman, and Vivian.. keep buying houses on her land until she gets a hotel!! And Jian? BROKE POOR BOY looooool. Sometimes when it comes to paying rent, he even asked for discount and I remembered once, he was suposed to pay me 900 bucks but he merely got a few ringgits then I said OK LA NO NEED TO PAY LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also they two played chess, and all the time I sat at the middle watching. Seriously have no idea. So I killed time by spamming Twitter with recent statuses, not bad not bad hahaha. Also played with her new camera, omg its PINK LOL. And her new phone, BLUE COLOUR, cooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for walks, many times. Such a lovely neighbourhood! Still, I admit I got scared by the dogs that barked whenever we passed by the houses. omggg. And then about him and Damien fighting... WOW SO INTERESTING LOL. DAMIEN IS SO INTERESTING!!! The way he sneezes, then the way Raine chuckles. Damn funny when Jian made jokes about it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up w Gareth Wee right now, telling him how many friends around us holding presidents/vice-presidents posts. Trust me, he's reallly reallly fascinated. LOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Thinking of how Im gonna pass this weekend till Monday without his presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6079654819639335988?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6079654819639335988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6079654819639335988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6079654819639335988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6079654819639335988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/aww-found-this-on-vivians-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8334644380521503920</id><published>2010-12-14T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:15:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>当眼泪凝成晶莹的琥珀，你的目光把寒夜灼热。&lt;br /&gt;我情愿跟随你四处飘泊，不管明天有没有结果。&lt;br /&gt;往事如烟，相思成歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吟唱着千年不变的，不变的承诺。&lt;br /&gt;缘起缘落，生死契阔。&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我不悔的，不悔的选择。&lt;br /&gt;当风儿吹落最后的花朵。你刚好从身边经过。&lt;br /&gt;我的爱化成缤纷的颜色。演绎着世间的悲欢离合。&lt;br /&gt;往事如烟，相思成歌。你的爱是我不悔的，不悔的选择。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8334644380521503920?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8334644380521503920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8334644380521503920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8334644380521503920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8334644380521503920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6542384341116491889</id><published>2010-12-09T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:29:12.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always you the one who tolerate. I'm so sorry that I overreacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6542384341116491889?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6542384341116491889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6542384341116491889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6542384341116491889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6542384341116491889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-always-you-one-who-tolerate.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7186639995989921277</id><published>2010-12-09T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:58:08.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvwu0p5oj1qaqaiy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 550px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvwu0p5oj1qaqaiy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Been teased by Yuetnam and Edward about the day :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the morning, I was waiting for Ian's car. Unbelievably I met Edward and his friend Aaron. Hahahaahaha. Omg, the seat that Aaron sat on was real hot :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first headed to the restaurant and I refused to go in, lol. So asked him to take my uniform and went in while I stayed outside pretended to study the menu of the restaurant next to it. (LOL) Then we headed to the highest floor to take our tickets! Surprisingly its quiet at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally we walked to Gelato Fruity to check if Adrian was there, haha. He passed us about 10 free coupons so that we can redeem free fruit juices!! Awesome :) Bought drinks for ourselves and I got so nervous because we're about to get late into the cinema. Nearly got my hot mocha poured onto my shirt! Sei mm sei, cannot imagine if I really did that, whole day would be ruined X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed the creamer and sugar they supplied was the ideal amount, but he insisted it's too sweet. We were late like 5 or 10 minutes, but luckily when we got in, the movie started RIGHT IN TIME!!!! :D (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how much I enjoyed during the movie......... :D&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you dont, but it's okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin said she cried twice re-watching the movie, it didn't affect me so much, maybe it was because I got distracted by PEOPLE in the cinema, AROUND ME. LOOOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the movie is rated by me, 4.5/5! 5/5 Also dont mind, it doesnt matter. Didn't wanna leave the cinema in the end, nyehehe. Had lunch in Oh Sushi, and I realized one of the waiter was Edward's friend!!! LOL AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Regina's present, didnt know what to buy for MJ :/ Ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Kong who works in Starbucks! Too bad I failed to look for Kervenne in the Thai restaurant located at the Gardens. Oh also bumped into Jonathan in MPH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7186639995989921277?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7186639995989921277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7186639995989921277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7186639995989921277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7186639995989921277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7570473720574641421</id><published>2010-12-08T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:04:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Skip This Wordy Post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After one week plus we worked at The Spaghetthi Farm, we quitted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was quite unforgettable, remembering the day I was forced to work as a cashier I lost Rm10 ended up paying by myself; Got nagged by Fcker Shida everyday, once even scolded us in front the customer that we always sticked together which is quite true but we did all our works on time and customers didn't mind and I could tell they liked us more than liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today the picture of her mumbling is still vividly in my mind. That got me irritated for whole day, because when she scolded, she only looked at him. Wtfwtf. Besides everything about her, others were not bad and nice. Also remembered some cute kiddos left their bottles/toys behind and I ran out of the restaurant to chase them and the ways their mother looked at me, full of thankfulness, made my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We liked serving white people. They are usually very clean and good-mannered. No matter what we did, they look at us with the pair of grateful eyes and wouldn't stop saying Thank You. It's sincere. Also, one old pair of auntie and uncle. The auntie has problem with her hunchback, so she insisted we take order at the seat (refused to go to the counter) and we took orders together. And what she said, was very different to the rest of the customers, I'll make it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun moments were when everytime meeting up with our friends who also work in the mall, and we usually spend lunch time together. First day meeting Adrian, we passed by Cha Hong's stall and I found him sleeping(sitting) on the chair in the morning. Funny. We played Cha Hong's lighters, there are ice-creams, biscuits, pigs, cigarettes.. even got couple lighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the noisiest time was when we all gathered at the food court, where mostly staffs in MV have lunch. AhBeng, Jiaxian and JheeYen also joined! So funny, it was Jiaxian's last day and we're so lucky to meet him. He told us about his funny experience working at the bikinis' compartment and how the ladies bullied him, and he got so mad. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Our restaurant also got one new cashier who's name is Nur Ain, when I see her, I thought she's a mix of Korean/Japanese/White people with local chinese but she's a Malay. Very nice smile and attitude and friendly and likes to hum along with the songs played in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/58064_1739414927869_1313520866_1894273_1722308_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/58064_1739414927869_1313520866_1894273_1722308_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgotten to say that I was really obsessed with the christmas hair accessories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look carefully its a hair band on the top of christmas hat.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed the hair band from ChinHui and went to walk around showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Funny times :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1121.snc4/148318_1739413767840_1313520866_1894271_4979907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1121.snc4/148318_1739413767840_1313520866_1894271_4979907_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our favourite hang out spot. Used to kill time by crapping with Adrian and ChinHui at the counter and they're so fun!! And we got free ice cream and free fresh blended fruit juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awesome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7570473720574641421?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7570473720574641421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7570473720574641421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7570473720574641421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7570473720574641421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-can-skip-this-wordy-post.html' title='You Can Skip This Wordy Post :)'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1805819375579779377</id><published>2010-12-08T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:26:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1805819375579779377?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1805819375579779377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1805819375579779377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1805819375579779377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1805819375579779377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1802251855503627523</id><published>2010-12-05T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:02:57.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello readers! It was a dreadful night. First, I had fever, after eating panadol I felt so sleepy. After sleeping, the fever was gone but still light-headed and my limps were weak. Because I'd skipped lunch, at 6 mom asked me to eat something warm so my stomach will feel better. My stomach was already bloated before that, thats why I skipped lunch. After eating I felt like vomitting, &lt;a href="mailto:#$&amp;amp;@(*#$"&gt;#$&amp;amp;@(*#$&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for.. 13 hours? Until my neck was so sore. All the time I had one pillow pressed on my stomach. I personally think sleeping distracted the painfulness so I wasn't willing to get up from the bed. Sigh, it was like a trip to Hell. Fcking torturing. I thought I was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll make it for Monday's Rapunzel outing!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1802251855503627523?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1802251855503627523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1802251855503627523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1802251855503627523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1802251855503627523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-readers-it-was-dreadful-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-347648774003324008</id><published>2010-11-29T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:35:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TPNIigT7PzI/AAAAAAAAC_s/S1FMUWsLW0Y/s1600/LOL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544855323849473842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TPNIigT7PzI/AAAAAAAAC_s/S1FMUWsLW0Y/s400/LOL.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-347648774003324008?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/347648774003324008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=347648774003324008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/347648774003324008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/347648774003324008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TPNIigT7PzI/AAAAAAAAC_s/S1FMUWsLW0Y/s72-c/LOL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1988648614780896372</id><published>2010-11-29T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:22:54.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First working experience :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/5873/SDC10617_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/5873/SDC10617_resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Located at the lowest ground as McDonald, south court, beside Poh Kong, opposite Olympus camera shop (everyday there are flashlights flashing at us lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, which was 4/5 days ago, his mom fetched me from my house in the morning and headed to MV. Hahaha humourous mother, mygod, like like like. The stalls in MV aren't fully opened, and I was amazed to see people having breakfast in starbucks, delicious and so on. The air conditioning system is operated by the mall, which means, we arrive at 9am everyday, the air cond is only on around 9.45am. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager Jeffrey, (hahahaha YES HIS NAME IS JEFFREY!) is a nice man, loves to joke and quite blur at times :P and very particular on hygieneness of the restaurant and the food. We were given the apron, the cap and the shirt. We swept the floor, 'mop'-ed, wiped the mirrors, wiping the tables, make sure there's chilli powder on every table, getting the counter done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/5758/spaghettifarm-teaser_resized__std.jpg?934d69"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/5758/spaghettifarm-teaser_resized__std.jpg?934d69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ta da, counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A lot to prepare!! Beyond my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mygod. Learnt a lot too :D Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main job was to arrange the cheese powders, salt and pepper, chilli sauce tomato sauce, tissues, AND FOLKS AND SPOONS. Speaking of folks and spoons, its quite interesting. First, kitchen crew Ibrahim will get the folks and spoons ready (no handwash at all, theres a dishwasher, AWESOME!! XD wash, kills bacterias, dry) in a container..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to prepare boiled water, from a machine, so efficient one, just open the tap and its hot and boiled water! and right hand grab a few folks, left hand grab the dry towel, right hand dip the head of the folks/spoons into the hot water, and wipe with the towel, and put on the tray. Keep doing.. until all are cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager Jeff taught us how to wrap the folks and spoons with tissues. Omg! Haha. Need skills one u know, I think Jian wrapped nicer than mine, and also faster. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres a small window that connect the kitchen and the counter, so the pasta can be delivered through. We also need to take the GIANT BOWLS of soup from the window, passed by kitchen crew Ibrahim, and put into the.. the.. holes at the counter. Haha. And Manager Jeff tested us the arranging of the soups, 4 soups and the place is FIXED :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he showed us all the hidden cupboards, above the counter, below the counter, somewhere near the kitchen, somewhere near the exit. What's in there, where to store stuffs, where to get sauces, powders, tissues, plastic cups and stuffs TOP UP. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he pointed at the tini door down the counter: &lt;em&gt;"Guess what is inside :D Theres a tiger in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he opened, its all plastic cups.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_g_y7vlMZFUE/S3u8bPLM8rI/AAAAAAAAAvM/kd631kM0oqs/tsf+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_g_y7vlMZFUE/S3u8bPLM8rI/AAAAAAAAAvM/kd631kM0oqs/tsf+interior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager placed Jian in the kitchen, and me serving. YEAH ME ALONE. Yerrr. So sad seeing him in the hot and oily, and he said, SMELLY kitchen. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen crew Ibrahim is a nice person when I know him longer. He offers to clean here and there including clearing the rubbish bin. I saw one box of powder in the kitchen written: &lt;em&gt;"Best before Ibrahim balik Bangla"&lt;/em&gt; LOL, funny ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I just thought that he's a malay. Also another kitchen crew, I forgotten his name, but he's a funny guy who smiles all the time, he asked for my name, I know its hard to pronounce for him so I just said, "Panggil saya Crystal saja lah." Then a cashier Salasiah (Sal), nice lady :P But always late for work and late from break time. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 assistant manager, take turn to handle the restaurant when the manager is not around. The office of our shop is at North Point. There are 4 cctvs watching us. LOL. And Shida the fcker assistant manager, short and fat and A SMOKER, told me everyday that I cannot wear watch because its the rules only the boss can wear the watch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/5848/SDC10601_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/5848/SDC10601_resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and queue like normal fast food restaurant, I have to go to counter when I hear the bell rang and serve the food to customers. During peak hours its really madness, people even queue until outside of the restaurant, mygod. For hours I ran here and there non-stop, people coming in and out, serving food, cleaning tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its really something when customers said THANK YOU WONG and etc. I feel very very great. I tried to enjoy myself. I tried to say Thank You, Bye Bye. I tried to smile. Second day, a new girl came. &lt;strong&gt;OMG SO HAPPY LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; Service crew, name Siti Hajar, looked as if same age with me, same height, good looking, fashionable, but she's 21 already. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call her Jaja :D Like that name. hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I know that my pronounciation in BM is not very good! Omg kek shui sometimes. Hahah. Not bad lah, she's quite a nice company. So almost all the staffs asked if Jian and I were couple. Hahahahaha I was like, we have couple face huh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE WE SAID WE ARE JUST GOOD FRIENDS. Then I got tired I told Sal we're ex.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Just joking lah wth hahaha. Not bad, we have break together, 1 hour, Jeffrey said until so nice: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You can try all 8 spaghettis everyday."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But Jian................ Hahahah, doesnt like it. Because he knew everytg he'd worked in the kitchen. LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly I got familiar with the spaghetti names like Pomodoro, Carbonara, Bolognese, Chicken Bolognese, Black Pepper Chicken/ Beef, Farmhouse, Seafood Tomyam, ETC. Slowly I am able to differenciate!! LOL SO PROUD. Jian even knows what sauce to make those pastas. He cooked them all. Wow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt; Is this post too much? :) &lt;strong&gt;Wait for my next update.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE A LOT TOOO TELLLLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Customers, Jian's families and cousins, The bitchiness of SHIDA, My 1 day of being the Cashier *OMG THATS A FUN BUT RISKY EXPERIENCE*, erm disgustness of the wasteover, erm erm bumping into people I know *NICE PART*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha what else? :D Oh tiringness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1988648614780896372?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1988648614780896372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1988648614780896372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1988648614780896372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1988648614780896372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-working-experience-d.html' title='First working experience :D'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_g_y7vlMZFUE/S3u8bPLM8rI/AAAAAAAAAvM/kd631kM0oqs/s72-c/tsf+interior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8903751157894727120</id><published>2010-11-24T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:44:35.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To Juliet *EXTREMELY LOVED*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.roots.com/.a/6a00e553c41c9188340133ed99ba73970b-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blog.roots.com/.a/6a00e553c41c9188340133ed99ba73970b-500pi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda Seyfried. BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailypostal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/letters_to_juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://dailypostal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/letters_to_juliet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable letters of broken-hearted girls from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii166/majohouse/Drama/juliet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 447px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii166/majohouse/Drama/juliet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWGIDj1CKYM/TFQr0I1dGpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/achb4UrNBl8/s1600/letters-to-juliet-pics-20091223002707912_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWGIDj1CKYM/TFQr0I1dGpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/achb4UrNBl8/s1600/letters-to-juliet-pics-20091223002707912_640w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 years ago, Claire the old woman wrote a letter and 50 years later, her letter was answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/letters-to-juliet-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/letters-to-juliet-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire's grandson. This is when they poked each other with the ice-creams.&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.douban.com/view/photo/photo/public/p489452050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.douban.com/view/photo/photo/public/p489452050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ending, where Love Story by Taylor Swift was played.&lt;br /&gt;(OMGGGG!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs568.ash2/149082_1726151036280_1313520866_1869112_3243845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 390px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AmB8spntgg?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AmB8spntgg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WILL NOT REGRET WATCHING THE TRAILER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100% CONFIRM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8903751157894727120?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' 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width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii166/majohouse/Drama/th_juliet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6303455150343391452</id><published>2010-11-22T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:59:03.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6303455150343391452?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6303455150343391452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-4292347191043761418</id><published>2010-11-18T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:06:33.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome day :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc1cpqW4s31qb62oko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc1cpqW4s31qb62oko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I had an AWESOME dream this morning! Too awesome until I was unwilling to wake up, until I insisted to stay in the bed, closing my eyes, until sister called me to wake up at 12 noon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was really stupid. First, the school had somehow turned into a lagoon or water park, something like that, and I found myself changing into swimming suit. And seriously funny because my classmates are all around! With their bags piling on floor, wth. And I couldn't look for my friends. I finally found Regina but she was so WTF-like. I meant her attitude in my dream, that just pissed me off xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next second she got rid of me. hahaha. And and and.. I dreamnt of someone too! Private :}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading The Last Song till midnight, too absorbed, cried a lot. Woke up, I continuied again. For hours. I've been crying non-stop, seriously. Sometimes my heart ached too. (Drama) But but but.. :( It's really overwhelming. &lt;strong&gt;GOD REGINA I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the China show on AEC, the one after Pretty Maid. I didn't like it as much as how I liked Pretty Maid, I just love to see the handsome and kind, richie rich boy. I think his handsomeness is different from XiaoQingYu because he has nice nose{!}, mesmerizing eyes, and wonderful complexion. Omg so loved!!! Even Mom and Sis agreed that he's handsome. Ohya, I forgotten to say that, Im loving current episodes because there's a new kid and his hair style is mushroom style and he's so cute!!! &lt;strong&gt;(Not hinting anything, TMJ hahahah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, watched CSI, as usual, I paid whole attention to every single detail and when the officer was slowly approaching a dead corpse.. My first thought was WOW, SHE'S PRETTY.. AND FAMILIAR. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And it took me a minute to realize that was Taylor Swift!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You had no idea how surprised I was, I even called sister to watch together. haha. Love her different hairstyle in the show. Better than the curly blonde hair :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next next, I watched Step It Up And Dance. Waaah amazed. Im truly impressed. The judges, and also me :P were touched by the Man In The Mirror dancing. What an emotional song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST SONG REALLY GOT ME CRYING LIKE MAD. It's like, I read a few lines and I had to close it to calm myself down, continue, stop, wipe my tears and keep repeating. YER. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something very funny. Weeks ago I have met my MBS friend, Kah Lim at a famous furniture store. Minutes ago, guess what? I found out we're gonna be neighbours in future!!!! Isnt that amazing? LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That penguin got on my nerves, man. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-4292347191043761418?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4292347191043761418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=4292347191043761418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4292347191043761418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4292347191043761418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/awesome-day-d.html' title='Awesome day :D'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-142576720940137396</id><published>2010-11-17T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:50:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not okay and I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to leave and have some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said okay, I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Im spending my past time continuing The Last Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing of him being happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always so contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No hope lah you Yentheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Waiting for him to come back, as soon as possible)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-142576720940137396?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/142576720940137396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=142576720940137396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/142576720940137396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/142576720940137396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-not-okay-and-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1067809488102010463</id><published>2010-11-15T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:45:09.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agenda of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbjv8azE0V1qd0wt5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbjv8azE0V1qd0wt5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Walked up to Block E to distribute the gifts to Pak and PPS seniors. Tick the namelist. Seniors said thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED. Wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Went to library preparing for juniors' interview. Copied a list of questions from Melvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Yinpeng, Xiangting and I boycotted, complaining non-stop and Melvin got slight pissed. He stormed out. We went :O and chased him until Bilik Koperasi, manja at him and ta-da, we're close friends again! HA HA HA. I love it when things are easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Back to library, enjoying air-conditioners and was reading The Last Song. Melvin pointed at Justin Bieber's photo at the same time telling me he's on the magazine wtf. Next he read out the dialogues from the malay comic. Maigod, he sounded like a real malay! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Walked around in school and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS THAT HAIRUL?!&lt;/span&gt; :D *happiness overwhelmed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; During recess Regina came with her wet eyes and I found out what's been happening. My my my. Reminding the incident of the Bastard and I. Wtf, I cannot believe all of us used to be so close, so cooperative, so.. perfect. Seriously we don't deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Helped CheHaou to distribute the certifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last minute been told there's a pandu meeting and wtfffffffff. Discussed about our first meeting and it took so long and so many things have to think of, so precisely. Omggggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1067809488102010463?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1067809488102010463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1067809488102010463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1067809488102010463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1067809488102010463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/agenda-of-day.html' title='Agenda of the Day'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-93480402924752677</id><published>2010-11-14T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:01:03.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i should as well decide a day to have a hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut away all my frets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-93480402924752677?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/93480402924752677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=93480402924752677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/93480402924752677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/93480402924752677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-as-well-decide-day-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7594735617732665050</id><published>2010-11-12T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:12:23.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbqnzq0bzd1qa7qm2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 562px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbqnzq0bzd1qa7qm2o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday after school, went MV fetched by someone's mother. But before that we had fun with Regina in school, omg pervert talks, what&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; peacock&lt;/span&gt; and bird and more hahaha! Well well, they seem to blend with each other perfectly.. Which is something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom was at the ATM machine before meeting us. Quietly he went behind his mom and poked her back with the bottle and said&lt;strong&gt; "da qiang!"&lt;/strong&gt; and auntie jumped up! LOL!!! Anyway when she calmed herself back soon she said: "Where got people rob inside the Esso?" Funny auntie yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why whenever they talk I felt like I wanted to laugh sitting at behind. Went MPH &amp;amp; Art Friend at the Gardens to buy my stuffs. Omg had fun in Art Friend. Such a nice shop!!! Everything is imported and so unique they are so cute!!! x) Went to eat ice-cream too, since he insisted so, he he he! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply pulled him into a restaurant beside the one we wanted and forced him to talk to the manager. Funny, so awkward. Anyway funny manager he was, when his staff asked him for some card he asked if she wanted his ATM card. Funny ah :P And the whole interview process was really NEW and different for me. Even funnier, I distracted my partner and he wrote his name wrongly and when I wrote about my relationship status as single he doubted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw our own awkward reflections in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I felt like escaping at first, when I have to fill in my informations when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't even know what the hell name was the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt; LOL, serious!! But later the manager talked to us so nicely, asked us so much, told us so much.. And things he said to us, was more like a councellor teacher giving useful advices to young kids. Aww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit the reason I held onto the decision was because of my partner.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely dropped by Levis store to check if YenKurr was there and he really was!!! *waved* :D Wow he got his hair dyed golden in colour. Walking for hours, my legs were so sore. It was indeed a tiring, ultimately different and unforgettable day, I couldn't explain too much :) Oh ya before we left we saw Jiaxian in Quiksilver. Lol! *waved* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly auntie fetched me home. &lt;strong&gt;So loved&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbjo88Ph1Z1qa7qm2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbjo88Ph1Z1qa7qm2o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mernjo took off her braces!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Early in the morning she called WONG YEN THENG! and grinned so widely at me, exactly like how Demi grinned *love* and we got so hyper we screamed so loud down there LOOOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we're all so busy for the preparation of Majlis Temu Mesra of Lembaga Pgwas Pusat Sumber which we usually call it as MTM. From our first planning, Cititel Hotel to Hotel Istana to Bukit Jalil Golf Club to Hotel Shangri-la to... until at school. Omg sounds so frustrating huh? That was because the budget problem we faced, the school was unwilling to sponsor us to the hotel, instead they sponsored the prefects to Dorsett Hotel :&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really what we could do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Performances? Form3s there are only about 6 juniors performing. Seniors? Not more attending. Might less then half of them. Ajk persembahan, PA sistem, kebersihan, keselamatan, meja dan kerusi, pendaftaran, hadiah, permainan, fotografi, emcee, and so on.. &lt;strong&gt;So much thing to worry about.&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's tomorrow :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, form1 form2 juniors are being very supportive. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As if we planned for the juniors, we planned for the seniors okay.......&lt;/span&gt; *sad*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Xiangting's house and skyped with Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "L C L Y"&lt;br /&gt;Arthur: *middle finger* &lt;strong&gt;"Fxxx you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhtwaF9s41qa7qm2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhgjaEe741qeewuqo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhgjaEe741qeewuqo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I realized Xiangting has a wound on her knee D: She fell outside the school on the road. Omg... And the boyf wasnt around her and I see tears forming in her eyes. Omg.. She looked so depressed, so upset. Regina and I brought her to Karyan and helped her to clean her wound. I did a good deed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Y) Im a girl guide yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this final exam, every class was free everyday but our class still have lessons for certain subjects. *sobs* Yesterday we were finally FREE we decided to play childish games like eraser game, and also hitting each other's highlighters until they fell under the table, and the last one who survived is the winner! OMG FUN GAME. HAHAHA. I never stop insisted I wanted the pink highlighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten why but we were talking about Eclipse with Clement. I was talking about the Eclipse sweet and Xiangting was talking about the Twilight Saga :O opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 546px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhtwaF9s41qa7qm2o1_500.png" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Attempted to give someone an attack in the morning. NYEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back to have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;combined board formal meeting&lt;/span&gt; with the high authorities from different boards in our school. Venue was multimedia room, 5 from LPPS, 4 from PAK, 4 from Pgwas Sukan, 3 from Koperasi and 7 from Prefect's Board. The meeting was kinda tense as it started with Vivian's speech. I didnt expect it to be so formal wei :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked serious. Head Prefect Ronnie handed us a list of agreements and we all went through it. Everyone disagreed when it comes to number 4, which is when an ahli lembaga have physical problems, the punishment will be twice the normal students. Mernjo strongly disagreed and started to debate with the Form6 Ronnie and Charmaine. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's hard to fight with seniors. We're too young :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debated/&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;discussed (Once Charmaine said DISGUSTED&lt;/span&gt; and we all burst into laughters!)/ Argued for hours, wow. Hahahaha! Awesome, I'm impressed, they're so serious, we're just kids!! We also promised to take care of the discipline of our boards (Im frowing already, it's part of my job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be having new rules for our board, I'll have to discuss with YinPeng soon for further informations. :O Such a burden. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhtwaF9s41qa7qm2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_latt8ulwhM1qd4gh8o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_latt8ulwhM1qd4gh8o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's morning I was busy running here and there around the school for the MTM and Kempen Kebersihan's announcement with YinPeng and Melvin. Sighhh :O That was when I skipped BC lesson. Chemistry lesson, Regina and I skipped again inside PRS room, rehearsal for the singing performance on Miss Ng's farewell next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems busy!! :O Why PPS and PRS at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian YinPeng, she has so much to care for. Hehe no worries, Im here to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went Xiangting's home and we watched taiwanese drama together and I told her the guy inside looked like Arthur! Found a kid on some advertisement that I said have Kwokseong's characteristics. Later she told me another guy in the drama that looks like Munwei!! FUNNY. Talked about many things, including some {censored} stuffs. Aiyerr :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played SNAP and UNO with Karyee Sweeimn Regina Vivian in class. Sometimes WingMing Eric ChanPheng Zhehui Kheeyuen too. HAHAHA. Chanpheng was so funny with his cold jokes!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know why green card is getting more and more? Because of photosynthesis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of animals play UNO the best? Chameleons."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO XD he is so hilarious wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played SNAP and omg, Joseph was beside us, got screaming the sound effect one. Damn damn hyper. The girls hurted their palm and fingers, hurting each other. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement: "Very fun meh see they play cards?"&lt;br /&gt;Eric: "You know Cheo dont really look at the cards one lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAA OMG ERIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheo: "Go la we go down and watch 山水."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What 山水 so nice to watch?"&lt;br /&gt;Karyee: "Neh many girls playing balls down there mah :P"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh I know already, the '山水' right?" (drawing 2 mountains in the air)&lt;br /&gt;Cheo: =*P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF YOU GET ME :PPPPP PERVERT CHEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How about longkang water?"&lt;br /&gt;Eric: (pointing at between the chest) "you mean LONGKANG water.. saliva water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lamivfp00P1qa7qm2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lamivfp00P1qa7qm2o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI LOVATO IS SO BEAUTIFUL, SHE'S MY IDOL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7594735617732665050?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7594735617732665050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7594735617732665050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7594735617732665050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7594735617732665050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/exhausting-week.html' title='Exhausting week.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8026982646474258083</id><published>2010-11-07T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:34:35.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8abgY0q01qdonldo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8abgY0q01qdonldo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Baby, I don't think I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Why, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't know. I need your boring voice to put me to sleep. Wanna tell me a story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hahaha. you're lucky that you're cute. How about I read you Dear John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Sounds perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boy reads Dear John. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 15 minutes later. -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hahaha. You always knock out within 15 minutes. Your snores are cute. Babe, I really love you. I really do. Sometimes I might show that I don't give a fuck. But I do. I never want to lose you. I know it's cheesy, but this is how I feel. This is REAL. I know I'm not the best thing out there, but I'm trying to be one of your best ever. Thank you babe, thank you for choosing a messed up guy like me to be your boyfriend. Thank you for being mine. I honestly can't see myself with anyone else but you, babe. I know I say 'I love you too' many times, but each time I say it, my feeling grows more and more for you. Thanks for listening, babe. I'll still be on the phone if you need anything. Goodnight, babe and sweet dreams. I won't let the bed bugs bite you. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la7lqj3dfj1qde1gdo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 499px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la7lqj3dfj1qde1gdo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9v7a9c9YY1qbn23lo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 514px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9v7a9c9YY1qbn23lo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nothingisworth.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://nothingisworth.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8026982646474258083?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8026982646474258083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8026982646474258083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8026982646474258083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8026982646474258083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-baby-i-dont-think-i-can-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8790917917354207562</id><published>2010-11-06T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:52:36.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs462.ash2/73496_169883526356517_100000046116690_591653_5291983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs462.ash2/73496_169883526356517_100000046116690_591653_5291983_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done planning what to do for our AJK seniors :D Yay credits to Yinpeng and also Jiansheng. And also Adrian WONG &amp;amp; Qirui's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went MV yesterday, it's like our second home lol. After a few hours, I was walking at the area between the mall and the gardens and opps, I kicked something and my shoe broke &gt;: It's been with me for almost a year eh.. Such a nice shoe eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've bought my pandu uniform and also the black shoe, I had to change to the black shoe &gt;: Rushed to Vincci looking for a new one. I think I spent 30minutes to an hour there only I found the one I like. (Okay okay only, cannot expect how nice when I have to buy desperately) Quite a happy thing was I get to try alot alot of shoes there. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch time. OMG I saw a girl at my age working at the french restaurant so I said, "Mum help me to ask whether they need part timers" Ha ha ha ha ha. And turned out there are 2 girls at my age! Mmmmm nice food there, nice environment. But they were so busy that day we were called to interview on Monday after school. Hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I never plan to do part time. What's the reason then? Well I think Yeebin inspired me x) LOL LIKE YES. 'Cause she asked to work together at Sushi Zanmai and the salary is like 50 bucks 8 hours a day. So that means work for 10 days I'll get 500 bucks already?! Wah not bad what :P But still I dont quite like to serve. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found someone interested to work together with me!!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so yeah. Went around The Gardens too and I found a lot of vacancies! But I think Im gonna take that french restaurant cause I like the environment there. Everyone says it's okay to work as a waitress, as long as the place is okay and safe and all.. Okay lor, give it a try lor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, last night my parents wouldn't stop asking someone's details for example family background et cetera, comparing with girlf's boyfs. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh he looks quite good in this pic"&lt;br /&gt;":D Yala I knoww"&lt;br /&gt;"See thengtheng so happy when we say he good looking"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edward's thinking of transfering to our school!!! Pity Taman Desa so many "betrayers" hahahaha. But then since every science class is already so packed, pray hard you're gonna be in the same class with your gay buddies then :P Perhaps impress our HM with your awesome basketball skills. Ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8790917917354207562?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8790917917354207562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8790917917354207562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8790917917354207562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8790917917354207562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/rushed-to-vincci-looking-for-new-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1541193022098646866</id><published>2010-11-04T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:26:49.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali &amp; Xmas Celebrations @ SMK Sri Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Awesome celebrations were held yesterday! Teachers were all well-dressed in Punjabi suits and had 'sticker' on their forehead, so pretty. I wouldn't stop showing my enviousness, I was sitting just next to the teachers! They all had something red with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs774.snc4/67468_454544219937_596424937_5180026_7181268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs774.snc4/67468_454544219937_596424937_5180026_7181268_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty indian traditional clothes!!!! AHHHH I like the pink colour! Imagine myself wearing it xD SAMPAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71591_458269424587_579799587_5277481_5971083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs559.ash2/148113_454544369937_596424937_5180032_2184222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs559.ash2/148113_454544369937_596424937_5180032_2184222_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wooo Mukundan and his sister learn violin :D Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs487.ash2/76012_454544319937_596424937_5180030_8113392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs487.ash2/76012_454544319937_596424937_5180030_8113392_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg Cheo and the rest of the boys were damn excited :P All got horny, LOL JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the performance Puan Carol went in front to take a photograph and danced in front SO MANY STUDENTS AND TEACHERS and everyone was laughing silently then Eric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Puan Carol's husband an indian?" WTF hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Yuen: "Eric Lee! Go up and dance!" (laughters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs774.snc4/67468_454544219937_596424937_5180026_7181268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs492.ash2/76547_1423368635399_1568237264_30916967_2579358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs492.ash2/76547_1423368635399_1568237264_30916967_2579358_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Live band, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs921.snc4/73439_1423367355367_1568237264_30916964_2787464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs921.snc4/73439_1423367355367_1568237264_30916964_2787464_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG even got 2 Form4 HUGE boys as Santa Claus wei! I could see they were really enjoying, they even waved to all the teachers! Like yes x) hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everyone was so happy to see Santa Claus!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs921.snc4/73439_1423367035359_1568237264_30916956_5816167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 425px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs921.snc4/73439_1423367035359_1568237264_30916956_5816167_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroling! Awww all devoted Christians spreading LOVE :D All dressed in red with the cute red hat. Performed about 6 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs921.snc4/73439_1423367195363_1568237264_30916960_5838066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs921.snc4/73439_1423367195363_1568237264_30916960_5838066_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL and these guys appeared.. Everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71591_458269424587_579799587_5277481_5971083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71591_458269424587_579799587_5277481_5971083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing 3 wise men, Mary and Joseph -- Jesus's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Puan Carol to take photo with the teachers. Omg that indian teacher speaks mandarin one, don't play play. Anyway Miss Chin was unlike the unsual her, she was like... "Don't sit lah, we stand, leng abit" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg yujunyi stop stalking the old posts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1541193022098646866?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1541193022098646866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1541193022098646866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1541193022098646866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1541193022098646866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/deepavali-xmas-celebrations-smk-sri.html' title='Deepavali &amp; Xmas Celebrations @ SMK Sri Sentosa'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6068533690423786989</id><published>2010-11-04T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:15:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l661k8M2PB1qc47j6o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l661k8M2PB1qc47j6o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6068533690423786989?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6068533690423786989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6068533690423786989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6068533690423786989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6068533690423786989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2221829216379238702</id><published>2010-11-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:21:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs492.ash2/76554_173402812674000_100000128462011_645758_649835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs492.ash2/76554_173402812674000_100000128462011_645758_649835_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; OMG WTF, what a halloween costume!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2221829216379238702?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2221829216379238702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2221829216379238702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2221829216379238702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2221829216379238702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg-wtf-what-halloween-costume.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-398065733180913880</id><published>2010-11-02T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:57:49.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lafsa1YrKh1qdqki5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lafsa1YrKh1qdqki5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.. Blogging because Im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday exam ended, today we had to return our textbooks already :'( Already have feelings for them-lah. Hehehe Arthur was really nice he offered to help me to carry until the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers like Chemistry, Biology, Maths, Chinese were distributed back. No comment really, since they're low marked. I was disappointed with my favourite subject, especially. The day before exam I merely spent an hour to go through it while I spent days studying for certain subjects. Ish yentheng, you really cannot expect much from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school but most of the time was at Kursus Kepimpinan AJK of Pandu, multimedia room. It's a whole new world in there 'cause everyone wears the same green uniform ♥ And seriously our first time wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is even provided :D As if we're all in some camps, during school hours, hha. Sang songs like Shark Song and Everybody dance now and we really beamed very happily. Also played a game when everyone sat in a circle and they sang, we hit each others' thighs. Awesome, Jessica Wee was beside me and I think she planned to, 'cause she hitted my thighs like POOOM!!! Seriously cannot mess with Jessica one. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had fun moments chatting with Jiaxin Mernjo Xiangting Regina, after group discussions :P Managed to social with juniors. Worst junior, I meet her in PPS/PAK camp, Prs camp and meetings, now even in PANDU. Man we're really fated ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im soon to be an active girl guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh currently watching Nat Geo Wild on 550 I think. I was watching a blonde named Yakub, his show's title was HOOKED, looking for a kind of fish in Africa that attacked the local people. Gosh he never stop trying to look for it. Sometimes it took my breathe away watching him immersing himself into the river water, knowing that the fish might be somewhere around and he'd be endangered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's that kind of person that would, like, caught the fish, hug it, kiss it, and take a picture with it. Cause every of them are no ordinary fishes! Tremendously huge in size and dangerous. Believe it or not, I thought Piranha is just a movie but NO! IT REALLY EXISTS! Once Yakub found one when it's still on the hook, it bit his finger and next second his whole palm is red in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaat the hell. Yay tonight I can watch Vampire Diaries again :DD Jijing watches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache.asos.com/inv/W/33/327/709577/Ecru/image1xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://imagecache.asos.com/inv/W/33/327/709577/Ecru/image1xl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hosting.dinodirect.com/hosting/61/20100818/A2829000BJ/InsetImage/Women-Woolen-Baret-Slouchy-Beanie-Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 409px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hosting.dinodirect.com/hosting/61/20100818/A2829000BJ/InsetImage/Women-Woolen-Baret-Slouchy-Beanie-Hat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a beanie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-398065733180913880?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/398065733180913880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=398065733180913880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/398065733180913880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/398065733180913880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1518605555068095456</id><published>2010-10-31T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:05:28.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized I've made uncountable grammar mistakes in my previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1518605555068095456?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1518605555068095456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1518605555068095456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1518605555068095456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1518605555068095456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-realized-ive-made-uncountable-grammar.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-7385102918644869728</id><published>2010-10-29T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:20:17.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Hope Has Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lajoboCwAq1qchjtpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lajoboCwAq1qchjtpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I wanted to cry when I get back my moral paper today. about 20 marks lesser than Regina wei, I cannot accept it. Suddenly my girl's boyfriend came to tell me that someone is mad with me. I tried to recall what happened and I found it ridiculous. Thinking back, I feel damn stupid. I even commented on his status that I think was mentioning about me. Asking him to cheer up somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth im really stupid. Treating people sincerely again and again, in the end..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what should I do. One day I was talking to my boy, didn realize he was there until he appeared from nowhere and accused me for turning away after seeing him. Like seriously I am really innocent. I did not know he was there and why so sensitive? Aren't we friends for years, don't you know what kind of person I really am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truth Im really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put all the puzzles back together, I figured out the whole picture. By just joking like what we always do, I didn't know that got his nerves on. But can you say I shot you with my damn mouth when you're the one who accused me when I did not do anything at first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So R asked me to confront him, to ask him what happened. I hesitated a while and I really did. What I got was something like, he's really something but he didn't like it when I found out that was about me. And then he lied like it's not my business and I was fucking speechless I left with shedded tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried not because I feel guilty. I cried because Im disappointed and at the same time I couldn't fight back for myself. I didn't fight back for myself isnt because I admit I was wrong, it was because Im fed up with friendships like these. What do friendships mean when there is no trust? Why do I defense myself? Does that help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everything turned meaningless then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im fed up with myself too. For being busybody, trying to help, for being caring and ended up that person hating me. Like whats the point. How am I supposed to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said sorry, did he really mean it? Maybe before this happen, I would choose to believe. But now? Even myself is confused. Or was it because he was moody and emotional so I had to sacrifice myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I.. I dont know what did I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I cried in front of you, boy. For what I cry? For a person like that? Whatever... Im tired. Will not think about that anymore. I will just keep quiet next time. Im always a trouble-maker. I love drama, dramas love me. Without doing anything I can simply involve myself into troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead feeling sad for a person who do not trust me, I should as well feel grateful and appreciated because I wasn't alone. I have you guys :}&lt;br /&gt;Thank them for being there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lavvn8tIUm1qesp1to1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lavvn8tIUm1qesp1to1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out people have been misunderstanding him :( Yet I couldn't help to defense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was convinced that we shouldn't care what people think because it's the business between two of us :} As long as I know, as long as I understand. What people think don't really matter. It's just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1. If someone doesnt want to listen, or to face the truth. Just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;2. If your friend misunderstood your close ones, feel thankful because you know it's not true and you did not misunderstand her/him like what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if I wanted to, I can blog for 3 days 3 nights. But I think I should end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then ;) When life sucks, cheer up because you are not as miserable as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-7385102918644869728?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7385102918644869728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=7385102918644869728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7385102918644869728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/7385102918644869728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-i-wanted-to-cry-when-i-get-back.html' title='When Hope Has Gone?'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6966875233592093269</id><published>2010-10-26T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:39:03.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lanwydnBqJ1qb2w4yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lanwydnBqJ1qb2w4yo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. *wipe* Dusts are forming already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun chatting with Vivian Chong, it's really rare to have good conversations. Everyday, in the isolated class, what we've been doing was asking maths questions or exam papers stuff. Or not, &lt;em&gt;"So bored." "Tired."&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Walk me to toilet pls"&lt;/em&gt; et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yesterday we're back to our class! No exam after recess. Omg, I felt so different then in class. I couldn't describe those feelings. It's like you're back to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our BM paper. Lol no comment. Regina was teaching Ting addmaths, chapter 1 Functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"f(4) equals to.. f square (x), eff eff eff"&lt;br /&gt;"But why.. eff eff"&lt;br /&gt;"Neh eff (x) ah efff eff eff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed our ass off :} So many Eff-s lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl paid money for her food and boy helped her to take.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "So automatic ah, help me to take food, not bad :)"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "You also what, so automatic, pay for me :D"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *lol*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6966875233592093269?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6966875233592093269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6966875233592093269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6966875233592093269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6966875233592093269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2375394275489915669</id><published>2010-10-23T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:36:58.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When There Was Me and You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9x4nlGpCi1qbfpdlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9x4nlGpCi1qbfpdlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny when you find yourself, looking from the outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here but all I want, is to be over there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself believe, miracles could happen?&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I have to pretend that I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale, a dream when I'm not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star, thats coming true.&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell that I confused my feelings, with the truth..&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I knew the melody, that I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled, you made me feel, like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words, now my heart is empty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's, once upon a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale, and dreams were meant for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star, just don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I tell, that I confused my feelings with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view, when there was me and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that, I could be so blind,&lt;br /&gt;It's like you were floating, while I was falling.. And I didn't mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view, thought you felt it too..&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs102.snc1/5009_100461158685_704973685_1976849_1671803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 604px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs102.snc1/5009_100461158685_704973685_1976849_1671803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Omg I saw myself! The short-haired flyer, nearest to the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2375394275489915669?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2375394275489915669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2375394275489915669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2375394275489915669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2375394275489915669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-there-was-me-and-you.html' title='When There Was Me and You..'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8329508459123943400</id><published>2010-10-22T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:49:26.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears wouldn't stop shedding. I've never feel this pain for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8329508459123943400?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8329508459123943400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8329508459123943400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8329508459123943400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8329508459123943400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/tears-wouldnt-stop-shedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1889772946507911761</id><published>2010-10-15T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:55:23.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all your fault ;)</title><content type='html'>After exam, I'll get my blog private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave will be Kimmi's Twitter and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to update, I wont update on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because there are some people who like to ddy :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get my blog privated, I will have the freedom to talk anything I like. Im not borned to please anyone. Like duhhh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the point? Kimmi'll just keep quiet and share everything to Dave. Peace (Y) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post before my final exam starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:} God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people to invite, again! The only disadvantage about setting a blog private. But it seems like a better way isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. You know I know, who are those Im talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1889772946507911761?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1889772946507911761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1889772946507911761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1889772946507911761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1889772946507911761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-all-your-fault.html' title='It&apos;s all your fault ;)'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-8280323897916120477</id><published>2010-10-11T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:45:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:}</title><content type='html'>Kimmi says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't fight the feeling I feel inside, I try to tell you but I always hide. The things you say like, I want you to stay right here by my side and let the words slide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9zumtfShP1qcqsvro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9zumtfShP1qcqsvro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, last Friday Selena Gomez starred in Sonny With A Chance!&lt;br /&gt;That was so funny. (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ben told me he was gonna drop by and I was so happy! Ben ben ben! Epic. He threw his smelly shirt at my face, I took off ready to scold and my face was covered with his shirt again. It happened so fast in seconds I couldn't even react!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeated for like 10 times. -.- Epic Ben! Luckily he doesnt smell bad but the shirt was soaking wet! Eww. I teased him as usual and he dared to poke my belly until I wanna hide in the toilet. Wth hahahahaa. Omg, I think Yingjie saw the whole process, how I scream with my messy fringe and weird expressions. Wth ben. hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene of him throwing his shirt at my face kept flashing in my mind. Gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time he threw at my face, I quickly grabbed and threw to the floor!&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;I was like....&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9qnshKVW11qzzud0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9qnshKVW11qzzud0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lol epic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was gonna break down anytime. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9u14vv55v1qzxsv0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9u14vv55v1qzxsv0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said this happens once in 823 years. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like blogging too much ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-8280323897916120477?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8280323897916120477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=8280323897916120477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8280323897916120477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/8280323897916120477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':}'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6637367228680205065</id><published>2010-10-08T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:10:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs245.snc4/39598_1646555966453_1313520866_1713877_1626860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs245.snc4/39598_1646555966453_1313520866_1713877_1626860_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Pretty Maid and Sonny With A Chance with Kimmi, chatting with Kimmi online.. Sleeping at 1am and waking up at 9am seemed to be my daily routine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9lsq7XIuI1qbv4sdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9lsq7XIuI1qbv4sdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I felt really sorry for what happened on my friend :( I tried my best to councel and I hope my advices help. Serious. Compare to happy-go-lucky Kimmi, there's so much difference with other friends. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Sushi (nicknames) and Smartie, they seriously need a councellor like Kimmi :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kimmi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Omg Mernjo, guess who I dreamnt of this morning!!! I dreamnt of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xiao Qing Yu&lt;/span&gt; from Pretty Maid. Omg, we held hands, so romantic!!!! XD I CANT BELIEVE I ACTUALLY CAN DREAM OF HIM! Ahhhhhhhh! :D Dont jealous Mernjo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Jeffrey actually said Xiao Qing Yu has ahpek look. I think he's just jealous!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love watching Pretty Maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Tee, I thought it's awesome and I decided to buy it without a doubt.&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;But now Im doubting. Omg how to wear this Tee out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs061.snc4/34392_1650659949050_1313520866_1721283_4918859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs061.snc4/34392_1650659949050_1313520866_1721283_4918859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6637367228680205065?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6637367228680205065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6637367228680205065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6637367228680205065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6637367228680205065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-days.html' title='Sweet Days.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-4352359213457450980</id><published>2010-10-07T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:48:12.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6azhan14b1qa7ajjo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 653px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6azhan14b1qa7ajjo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im really happy these days that I forgotten how depressed, how miserable I was one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Those dog days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I wanna recall past few days, I was really happy. As if overdose ecstacy pills :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I nearly killed a fish and I saved it.&lt;/strong&gt; Wanna listen the story? It was during middle of the night, when I was about to go to bed. I approached the little aquarium, wondering if the fishes only see their own reflections or they could actually see through the glass. So I acted like I was gonna bang to the glass. Unexpectedly the fishes was shocked and one of them actually JUMPED OUT from the water and fell onto the table -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart stopped beating right at the moment. Without a doubt I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two spoons and ran back.. "Omg do I have to scoop it?" Ew. Okay to save a life I HAD TO touch the fish. Omg. And then it JUMPED AGAIN and fell to the floor. Wth!? hahaha. I finally got it back to the water. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I also saved a couple's relationship. I felt so great :D&lt;br /&gt;(Words can't describe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sms a lot recently. Ah! Possibly because I haven't been sms for weeks so I was proud having so much credit and keep on sms-ing. LOLOLOL. Last night I watched Sonny With A Chance with a friend and I did something stupid and I doubted if I was right doing so. Hello wasn't it one of the sweetest night!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Im a liar and a joker but there's always someone who's willing to believe my lies and jokes :) I really joked a lot these days. Sayang you won't blame me right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9u3baQoFc1qboupoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9u3baQoFc1qboupoo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love having a guy bestfriend because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•They always know how to have fun&lt;br /&gt;•Drama is not even in their dictionary&lt;br /&gt;•Most of the time, they don’t backstab&lt;br /&gt;•When a guy fucks with you, they go “Whos ass am I gonna kick?”&lt;br /&gt;•They’re like fun ass older brothers&lt;br /&gt;•They seem to understand me more than girls do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-4352359213457450980?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4352359213457450980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=4352359213457450980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4352359213457450980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4352359213457450980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-really-happy-these-days-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-4861606568744068624</id><published>2010-10-03T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:30:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Days, Dont You Fade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs288.snc4/40754_1643586372215_1313520866_1706759_8241813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs288.snc4/40754_1643586372215_1313520866_1706759_8241813_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been invited to Dad's colleague's house for dinner at Klang. Trapped in the car for more than an hour haihhhh, and I suddenly came up with this idea - foooling Jian Sheng. Omg he's so innocent, I felt bad. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were almost the latest guest. Skipppp. Hey it's an Indian living in semi-detached. Funny somehow, the guests are ALL chineses. hahaha. Even the neighbour invited are chinese families. Seriously if I were a passer-by I would thought that it's a chinese' party. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many strangers yet to be explored, to be knew. LOL drama -.-" Ugh I had rendang and it was WAY too spicy I forced myself to drink coke and instantly I felt dizzy. Zzz. Anyway nice, but too spicy. Haihhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the rain came. Omggg strong wind and all.. I saw a few boys trying to style their hair under the rain. LOL WTH I FELT LIKE LAUGHING AT THEM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then they helped to clean the tables outside and everyone went into the living room. Omg there were like.. between 30 to 40 guests. Mostly are families. Such funny scene, everyone sat in the living room like a BIG FAMILY, konon :D Sat so close but don't know each other. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Jiansheng, "It's social time :P" haha konon.. I caught one boy one woman gossiping me, somemore looking at me, omg so offensive :P So I decided to look at them back. Hehh. Exchanged phone number with Daddy's friend's daughter Gigi. She's nice to talk with but too bad we don't have much topics. Social fail. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults were gambling!!! Those workers were trying to win their boss's money. hahahaha!!! Omg damn hyper. Later the boss came to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Mr Wong, this one your elder daughter, that one younger daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nolah, Im the younger one."&lt;br /&gt;Boss: (stunned, don't know what else can say besides laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the boss showed off his Samsung Galaxy S. I said, "Oh my friend is also using :P"&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny, those uncles booed at him and all laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly there was an uncle who looks like Najib, Mr Seow, about 60. He took his son's Iphone: "Eh girl you got Facebook or not? :)" "Ah huhh." "What's your name" (typed for him) "Wah many photos oh!!!!" &lt;em&gt;(OPENED IN FRONT OF THE AUNTIE UNCLES INCLUDED HIS FAMILY AND MY FAMILY WTHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Wong, so many photos of her! include she and her boyf's photos!"&lt;br /&gt;"EH I DONT HAVE BOYFRIEND LAHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Omg how can I talk to an uncle like that. LOL WEIRD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dad, "eh he plays Facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nolah, his son one lah"&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib: "Nah, this is my son's account." (The son standing beside smiling embarrassedly)&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;Najib: "I added you already ah, dont you dare to ignore."&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLOLOL. OK SO FISH CAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA back to tuition. WELL WELL WELL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I was shivering ALONE. Bet if Joel was there he'd frozen. hahahaha. I was wondering why Joel hasnt show up yet. During the class, there was a loud "POOOM! POOM! POOOM! POOOM!" out there. Teacher joked maybe someone got locked in the toilet and everyone went HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Yuetnam, "Eh maybe that's Joel." and I couldn't stop giggling!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fat guy beside (Really fat! Double size of mine) sat on Joel's seat. HAHAHAHA. He was laughing like damn yarm. Zzzz. Distracted Yuetnam and Munyew a lot I guess.. When it comes to BRASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "eh not MORE THAN ONE BRA ah!"&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy: "A ha ha a ha hahahahah~~~!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Munyew: x)&lt;br /&gt;YuetNam: =D&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next class, Mr Leong wouldn't help to increase the temperature of the aircond! Somemore said, "You okay or not, two guys sitting beside you?" LOL. And I kept shaking, kept shivering like... shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went parkson and wow that's not bad. Met Perli and Jovi's family!&lt;br /&gt;Will not forget the way one braces boy looked at me :)&lt;br /&gt;Went 100 Yen after that and omg that guy's being so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LA LA LA LAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-4861606568744068624?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4861606568744068624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=4861606568744068624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4861606568744068624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/4861606568744068624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/pleasant-days-dont-you-fade.html' title='Pleasant Days, Dont You Fade.'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1590172397673322585</id><published>2010-10-02T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:13:34.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs008.ash2/33767_1642248098759_1313520866_1703909_3804852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs008.ash2/33767_1642248098759_1313520866_1703909_3804852_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you eat, you’re fat. you don’t eat, you’re a freak. you drink, you’re an alcoholic. you don’t drink, you’re a pussy. you read, you’re a nerd. you don’t read, you’re stupid. you tell a secret, you’re an attention seeker. you don’t tell a secret, you’re still attention seeking. you let someone in, you’re easy. you don’t let someone in, you’re too uptight. you smoke, you think you’re cool. you don’t smoke, you’re a loser. you’ve had sex, you’re a slut. you haven’t had sex, you’re a frigid little bitch. you wear make up, you’re a slag. you don’t wear make up, you’re ugly. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you can’t please anyone. ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-1590172397673322585?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1590172397673322585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1590172397673322585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1590172397673322585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1590172397673322585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-eat-youre-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-2341015793738604037</id><published>2010-10-01T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:13:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 390px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABncTmTLj7k?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABncTmTLj7k?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;慧敏：&lt;/strong&gt;那天我临时让你去律师楼，是因为剑虹姐来了。我担心她看见你，所以..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小杯：&lt;/strong&gt;谢谢你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;慧敏：&lt;/strong&gt;可是我不知道这样做对不对..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小杯：&lt;/strong&gt;对！你做得很对。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;慧敏：&lt;/strong&gt;难道你想这样过一辈子吗？你有你的父母你的朋友，你不可能一辈子都当个隐形人！如果你还爱剑虹姐，剑虹姐也爱你，我想那时不容置疑的。你们肯定都深爱着对方，你为什么要逃避？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小杯：&lt;/strong&gt;慧敏! 别说了，你该上庭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;慧敏：&lt;/strong&gt;我知道你在担心什么。你心里在想，剑虹姐已经是泰山的妻子，他们有了完整的家庭，你的出现会让他们的家庭崩溃，是不是！小杯!你醒醒吧，接受命运的安排，命运决定让你回来你就不应该逃避！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小杯：&lt;/strong&gt;我不是没有机会让你们知道我还活着，可是我宁可让你们觉得我已经死了！我被开了两枪，我差点儿就死了！可是他们不让我死，他们送我去无牌医生那里把子弹拿了出来，我的这条腿，烂了、废了，他们还给我打毒针，我的血液里面都是白粉！我只求他们能给我打一针，我在地上爬，学狗叫.. 我只求他们能给我打一针化解毒瘾发作的痛苦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来我和他们一起贩毒，我身上绑满了毒品去了荷兰，和毒品商家交易，枪战、杀人、被捕、坐牢，好像电影里的情节一样.. 可是，这都是真的！直到现在，我还常常从梦里惊醒.. 我回来不是因为我想见你们.. 而是我真的是无路可去了.. 我真的没有勇气再回去面对大家，也没有勇气再说一次我的经历.. 慧敏，谢谢你，谢谢你让我活得像一个人。但是，请你让我选择我自己想要走的路。有一天我会离开这里，永远得离开，那时候，林小杯就已经死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;慧敏：&lt;/strong&gt;你没有勇气面对大家，但是你知道剑虹姐需要多大的勇气才能够活下来吗？一个女人怀着孩子，未婚夫却不知所终，这是一件很轻松的事吗？这么多年来，左邻右舍的闲言闲语，剑虹姐不知听了多少！不过剑虹姐都没有理会，她还是照过她的日子..我真的很佩服剑虹姐，也很敬重她。不管别人嘲笑她都不躲避，不管日子有多难熬她都没有一句累，泰山整天不务正业，不是欠债就是被朋友出卖，像个长不大的孩子给她添麻烦，她没有埋怨。她一个人要照顾五个老人！咖啡婆，泰山的父母，你的父母。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她没有叹气。每天早上5点钟就要起床，烤咖啡豆，帮忙开店做生意，她没有说过一句累。一年多前，泰山又被朋友出卖，扛下了鱼池背了一身债，剑虹姐要帮忙泰山打理鱼池，还要时常回来督促一心和照顾老人家，我没有听见她说过一句怨天尤人的话。但是我心里一直有个疑问，剑虹姐这一辈子是在为别人而活吗？为姚师傅、为泰山、为一心、为五个老人，她难道没有自己吗？有没有人问过她，她爱的是谁、她有什么心愿、她想过怎样的日子？她就想要这样过一生吗！？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小杯：...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-2341015793738604037?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2341015793738604037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=2341015793738604037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2341015793738604037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/2341015793738604037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/10/emo.html' title='Emo!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-6350153650118085099</id><published>2010-09-30T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:02:06.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Day Of The Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TKRcz1HaZgI/AAAAAAAAC_E/JZoK9syG3AM/s1600/LOL.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs169.snc3/19675_1262790343232_1633933194_646733_2977582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs169.snc3/19675_1262790343232_1633933194_646733_2977582_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go really wild because most of the time I giggled at others. But it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Can't believe English period became the highlight of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Tina brought her laptop and played songs. Instructions were given that, we have to pass Carolyn's pencilcase around and when the music stops, the person who holds the pencilcase will have to pick a clue in an envelope and do a short speaking base on the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the music started, classmates went crazy and THREW the pencilcase instead of PASS! I saw beams, I heard laughters/screamings/cheerings so loudly! The class went so lively I never want the time stops. They kept on sabotaging XXX!! Omg! Even shouted his name and purposely held the pencilcase longer so they can throw the pencilcase to him when the music stops. OMG THOSE BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Clement said, "PASS TO ME LAH!" sounded so evil as if he's up to something and when the pencilcase reached his hand the music stopped!! I laughed like shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChangChong took his clue: "If I were an author of a book, I would write about.. Hmm."&lt;br /&gt;Clement: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Dandruff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGLOLLLL!!! OMGG!! They never stop mentioning XXX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChanPheng: "If I were to impress someone.. I will talk..."&lt;br /&gt;ZhaoXuan: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"COLD JOKES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the class cheered wooooooooh! hahaha. And they kept on mimicking XXX's low half tune laughing. Zzzz. Sounded exactly like how villians laugh. "Ahuhuhuhuhuhu~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To emphasize their sarcasm, the boys brought HoneyStar the maximum package. Wtf? LOL!!! During recess Zhaoxuan had the big packet. I managed to beg for some! Tastes still so sweet, very nolstalgic because as people grow, they slowly stop eating Honey Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse? XXX didn't know he's the topic of the class. Omg so innocent. Perhaps he knew but he forced himself to smile carefreely. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During BC lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy: &lt;em&gt;"老师，JUSCO叫佳世客，有没有&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;蜜糖星星(&lt;/span&gt;HONEYSTAR)？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! OMG I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING!! That's so funny! Sarcastic max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yuen: "喂，今天谁擦黑板？"&lt;br /&gt;I whispered: "老师你色盲啊？不是白板咩？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Jessica's Birthday celebration in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was so lucky to have witnessed the celebration with Sweeimn, Karyee, Arthur, Wencai, Chris, Vki, KarHui, Michelle, YernYi, Kwokseong, Xiangting and etc. I saw the birthday cake (a pancake) baked by Arthur himself!!!!! That's so unbelieveable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur bakes? Like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522641088564323842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TKRcz1HaZgI/AAAAAAAAC_E/JZoK9syG3AM/s400/LOL.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the pancake looked like, sorry I know my drawing sucks but at least y0u guys get the picture :D It's coated with pink colour whipped cream on top and many layers in the pie. It's not luxurious, not looking appetizing (like what Mr Vejayan commented) but after tasting it.. We had no regrets! It tasted so sweet and so nice I liked it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important thing, it's how sincere Arthur spent 3 hours baking it during late night, sacrificing his bed time and his homeworks are undone. Aww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized there's no candles so Sweeimn Kwokseong and Chris made our fingers the candles, assuming! LOL!! I kept forcing Jess to make a wish but she kept laughing seeing our fingers. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GTG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-6350153650118085099?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6350153650118085099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=6350153650118085099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6350153650118085099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/6350153650118085099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/09/funniest-day-of-week.html' title='Funniest Day Of The Week!'/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lbxGFiokWQA/TKRcz1HaZgI/AAAAAAAAC_E/JZoK9syG3AM/s72-c/LOL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-1093120501978602709</id><published>2010-09-29T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:06:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the thing you can do. Play this video, mute it.. While you finish reading the post you scroll up to watch while the loadings are done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LR4yki9rRko&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LR4yki9rRko&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8ko3nA9I41qc45p4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 458px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8ko3nA9I41qc45p4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“I get it. He’s the reason you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;His love lifts you up where you belong.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://image-7.verycd.com/4b00566477ff984159a3f401a776e66c52327/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://image-7.verycd.com/4b00566477ff984159a3f401a776e66c52327/2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefan Salvatore (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a boy eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvdfansuk.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/vampire-diaries_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tvdfansuk.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/vampire-diaries_l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefan, Elena and Damon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love triangle between Elena a girl and two hot vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poptimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/vampirediaries57514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://poptimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/vampirediaries57514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damon’s humanity is only apparent when Elena’s around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She brings out that side of him when no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00027683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00027683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elena Gilbert who finds out her greatgrandmother Katherine, was the vampire who the Salvatore brothers fell in love with, century ago.&lt;br /&gt;They looked exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4123724596_b8a9b086ec_z.jpg?zz=1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4123724596_b8a9b086ec_z.jpg?zz=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really emotional last night.. I love the Salvatore brothers. What's wrong with Stefan? Elena saved him by feeding him with her blood. And it makes Stefan, who haven't been feeding on human blood for ages, turned into a scary vampire. His eyes were unusually dark and his sharp teeth appeared again and he looked so.. terrific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the show ended. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every episode is thrilling and sometimes I couldn't get over it even when the show was over. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4527019913_2117f9c958_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4527019913_2117f9c958_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Cheeweng said, "Wah act like you don't know me already lah now."&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed, I said, "Sorry! I swear this will be the last time.. :P"&lt;br /&gt;And we both said HI! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I talked a lot to Regina and XiangTing this morning. And during assembly a Toyota Innova parked in the middle of the tapak perhimpunan, Regina thought it's a Proton Exora OMG hahaha. We laughed when I said the teacher got blocked by the car, as though the car was speaking through the mic. Kept laughing after that because we kept listening to a car's speech WAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I think ZhaoXuan was eavesdropping us all the time :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday XXX's mother walked into the classroom and Joseph said: "Yentheng your ex mother-in-law" followed by Kwokseong's laughter and I was like.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway someone in the class spelled Intan Maliana as MAMALIA -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Arthur told me what Kwokseong said in class. WTF SO DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that.. I even have a tiny post in Pandu Puteri! Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently planning 2010's librarian board farewell party with my partners. Hmm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Crawl - Superchick. Peigee and TeckLai like it too! Damn emo song. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the mood to blog :) And Im lazy to reply the messages in tagboard :(&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/4912879558469581773-1093120501978602709?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1093120501978602709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=1093120501978602709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1093120501978602709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/1093120501978602709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-thing-you-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4527019913_2117f9c958_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912879558469581773.post-3574700579451702866</id><published>2010-09-28T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:00:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get to chat with Vki this morning :) Chatted and joked with Jessica too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got my librarian commitee badge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled with Vivian then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Biology Addmaths and Maths drove me dizzy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mernjo is officially PK II of Pengawas Sukan now! We shouted and cheered and screamed in public like mad women until Joseph shook his head from far. Omg hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addmaths is getting tougher.. Or I was just sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Arthur's story and felt emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiangting and I kept singing 当我们同在一起，在一起，在一起，当我们同在一起.. and Mernjo shouted because she's sick of us singing that song repeatedly, like a curse to her! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im enjoying my current life, one thing Im sure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912879558469581773-3574700579451702866?l=abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3574700579451702866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912879558469581773&amp;postID=3574700579451702866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3574700579451702866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912879558469581773/posts/default/3574700579451702866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abouther-yentheng.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-to-chat-with-vki-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Spread Love Like Violence :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606585747626169450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFC-a_LaM8/ToQ8ds07P2I/AAAAAAAADCQ/nM80_0V_TjQ/s220/tumblr_ln9m77onw71qcmbndo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
