<?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-13084267</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:25.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>; sharlene and yanhui</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116896167260723270</id><published>2007-01-16T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:43:09.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hello, so milky really didn't eat the damn prata, and nope, no curry dipping too. how sad. i was yearning to earn some money! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway, i jz reached home and my dad is back! people who knows me knows that my dad is a chef on star cruise so yeah, he doesn't comes home frequently. probably few months once only, and sometimes its a month or two off. so for now he has got two months off meaning i've to face him at home everyday and listen to his very-zzz-stories-on-ship. you see, since i was primary 4 i don't get to see him like how you guys see your parents everyday, so naturally there's a big gap between us, and i can see he's trying hard to make it up like giving me more money and talk to me more when he's back from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i was surprised jz now. i came out from my room and i heard him talking to my mum and gesturing widely so i sat myself down in front of the comp and started listening. so he has this unreasonable new colleague who is freaking lazy and smokes the bloody whole day away. my dad is kinda high rank inside, so he was kinda pissed off by him and tried to tell him to not go away when the kitchen is busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy was like ok but kinda not willing and he was mumbling under his breath. my dad was like : i don't like your fucking attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i was like whoa, i didn't know my dad scolds fuck. cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so and then the guy was like complaining and all, and my dad went : i dont understand your fucking language, go to hell if you don't like it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;big commotion eh. i was like what if he gets you in trouble at work, like back stabbing you and stuffs like that. my mum seconds me too. my dad was like what the fuck, i'd fuck him. he said that with that big gesture thing. my mum threw him a oh-please-our-daughter-is-listening look. he was like REALLY WHAT! i dont care! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oh he bought chocolates from america! :D but im coughing my lungs out now.... i cant eat them, oh well whatever. i'll ask jer and st if they wants it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is forcing me to drink that yucky freaking smelly cough syrup now gots to go whine. laters pple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116896167260723270?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116896167260723270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116896167260723270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116896167260723270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116896167260723270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-so-milky-really-didnt-eat-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116806364389278259</id><published>2007-01-05T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:16:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i was woken up by : " eh help me msg her tell her i want jennifer's number. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wtf mummy. can you not do this anymore. i prefer waking up to birds chirping, mr sun shining into my cosy bedroom, then rubbing my eyes tiredly and realising its 3pm in the afternoon and hearing milky scratching the bloody newspaper and biting the toy's freaking hair out furiously telling me its HUNGRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i really dread waking up that early but i smell food outside. mum has got me prata and i heard the prata and curry calling out to me : " yanhuiiiiiiiiii! hurry upppp! come and eat me before we get coldddd!!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. i was like mummyyy ah, why the hell you got this for me, you know im dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she went : you like it what, dont want then give milky lor. since she eats almost anything including the string too.&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm noted.&lt;br /&gt;milky likes to bite the waterbottle till it went sideways and the holder was not strong enough for her teeth, so a string was included to tie it firmer. but she bites the bloody string too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i can imagine her eating the prata and dipping it in curry herself. omg imagine that hilarious scene, then i'll sell it to the i-cant-rmb-the-name-of-the-show showing on channel 5 when people send in funny films and get money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i'll be rich and i'll buy more pratas for milky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i was telling my mum and she said nonchantly : as if she'll eat your oily prata. probably fling it aside and urine on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my mum has a stupid sense of " humour " and she thought it was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if milky really eats my prata and dip it into curry herself, i'll put a video up here.&lt;br /&gt;she'll probably stick her whole bloody head into the curry and drown inside.&lt;br /&gt;so sharlene's wish will come true, dont have to cook it in curry already and get to eat her animal stew. g.r.o.s.s.&lt;br /&gt;sharlene is coming back tooomorrrow. i hope she doesn't get bomb though so we'd have our presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;JUST KIDDING OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;gots to go! laters. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116806364389278259?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116806364389278259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116806364389278259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116806364389278259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116806364389278259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-woken-up-by-eh-help-me-msg-her.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116764359753982275</id><published>2007-01-01T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:21:00.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Best thing that happened to me during 2006 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I went to bangkok with my friends ( without our parents!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I got closer to my girlfriends, like pris, serena, sharlene, habsah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Knowing new friends that are worth keeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm finally 18 and had my own chalet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I got closer to his mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Having the courage to stay strong and go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I got more closer to CJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Got 2 precious in my life - milky and brownie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My temper became better! Attitudes lesser now. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was really really happy for a period of time, especially the webcamming session and the talks we had.. ( and the love calculator ) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;thank you, it was the best thing that happened to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Worst thing that happened to me during 2006 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I had a major fall and have a couple of scars left on my body now. Plus staying at home for 3 wks and missed out all the fun cos I couldn't walk. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Watched how friendships fell apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Something bad happened to me and leon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I breakdown and cried when my mum send milky &amp;amp; brownie away, and when I found them, milky had a bad fight with brownie and ended up with a broken leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Milky had a surgery on her leg and I was heart broken. =___(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got to know some shocking news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Major setbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cried my eyes out for a period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mum doesn't want me to keep brownie as he was damn noisy. I didn't know what to do. And edwin saved me by keeping brownie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was lost, scared and afraid.. Until pris and weiqiang gave me a hand. I wouldn't know what to do without them. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2006 whizzed by just like that. I wouldn't say 2006 was totally bad for me, but I was going through a rough patch when everything nice ended, and I felt as though I was seated on an emotional rollercoaster and went through high and low peaks. I wished for a better 2007 though. Be a better daughter, better friend. And hope that everything will change to the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2 entries at 1 go! My blogging's bug is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy new year everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116764359753982275?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116764359753982275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116764359753982275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116764359753982275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116764359753982275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-thing-that-happened-to-me-during.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116732748501084623</id><published>2006-12-28T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T09:41:17.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hello I'm back! I realised I've been abandoning this space for months. And to all my friends, nope. I didn't go missing. I was just busy thats all! :D No worries, you're not forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, what was I busy with.. Lemme recall. My beautiful cousin's wedding, my aunt's birthday, my 9 yrs girlfriend 18th birthday, milky's vet appointment, gathering, chalets, clubbing with the girls, kbox session, pris's bbq... Everything is coming up! OMGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I had a blast this month, and I've used up a scary amount of cash. I've gotta stop wasting money! Hahahahas. My mum hasn't pay my handphone bill. An outstanding amount of... $391. Almost $400. Kill me! How the hell I used that for just 3 months? -shrugs. Gotta go bug her, if not she'll forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I feel like getting a job, but then again. I'm lazy to work and am picky &amp;amp; fussy about jobs. I want slacky one! I hate standing up! There was once I was working with jer and shuntian and I couldn't take it I left at 4pm. I lied to the in charge that my shift was till 4pm. The both of them kept asking me to stay, and said I was so da xiao jie. I was tired and my back hurts from standing up. Yeap you guessed it right! I didn't go back the next day. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I had a wonderful night with the girls during the bbq. Took tons and tons of pictures. Toilet is the best place to play in! AHAHAHA. Was so glad it didn't rain that night! If not its gonna spoil our mood! Mister sun please come out soon, I miss tanning! I couldn't go anywhere when the rain is so big! I hate carrying brolly!! eeew eew ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's not gonna be a wordy entry, pictures up belowww! Pics with the girls during the bbq, and gathering! It's a day to be remembered, and will forever be in my heart! :D Too bad sharlene couldn't make it! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/40487/DSC01149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/279279/DSC01149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/146758/DSC01213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/350303/DSC01213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/614317/DSC01169_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/152683/DSC01169_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ogay, obviously this is me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/137547/DSC01195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/133579/DSC01195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/451822/DSC01209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/181686/DSC01209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/106091/DSC01112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/532323/DSC01112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Someone's bad in taking picture! Whats with that finger blocking the screen? HAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/647459/DSC01191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/838930/DSC01191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH that was lame! There was this used pad behind the toilet bowl, and when I turned around after taking the picture, I screamed and almost puked everything out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/904456/DSC01218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/468705/DSC01218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big hugs! Lovees loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is not all the pics, there're at least thousands more stupid ones. I'm just lazy to upload and wait, internet is running so slowly.. Heard from qiang it's because of the earthquake so the main cable is affected. Hmmm? OH! Several pics with serena up next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/269717/DSC01331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/593848/DSC01331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/906975/DSC01406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/330862/DSC01406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/866115/DSC01408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/303816/DSC01408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/1600/967095/DSC01403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6562/1136/320/658200/DSC01403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;We're doing what girls do, reflections! LOLLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ogay, I'm reaaaaaaaally very impatient now. LOL. It's 1.32am and I'm off to watch my dvds now! I'm eating more and more everyday! Plus its uberr addictive to watch tv, be a couch potato, munch my junk food away and just slack the whole day! Tao kae noi wasabi + hot and spicy seaweed rocks! Ultimate shiokness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Laters! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116732748501084623?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116732748501084623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116732748501084623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116732748501084623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116732748501084623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-im-back-i-realised-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116350282041217079</id><published>2006-11-14T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:30:56.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A big thank you to everybody who came to my chalet, and made my 18th birthday a memorable and beautiful one! I love each and everyone of you! Thanks for all the presents you guys gave! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ogay, I'm back from my own chalet, and it was a real blast! A beautifuuuul one. Well, thanks to all of them who came. Priscilla and her bf, Sharlene, Serena &amp; her bf, Habsah, Diana ( who came the next day), Mandy, Jeremy, Shuntian, Weiliang, Terence, Jasonteo, Sweeshiong, Hongswee, Jasontan, Zhiyang, Chinyong, Chongjie, Edwin, Liting, Gary, Derrick, Candice, Keith, my cousins, my relatives, my ahgong! Sorry if I missed out anyone names! I seriously cannot recall who came behind, as I was SABO-ED BY MISS MANDY! I was super high and all, NOT TOTALLY DRUNK YET! Just a lil tipsy. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, at first. My relatives came, and all of them really behaved themselves in front of my relatives. My mum went into the room and talked cok with the guys. Telling them to eat and stuffs. They were shy, I think. HAHAHA. Weiliang did smth real dumb, he was fucking the damn teddy bear sharlene gave me. My mum came in the room, and YES SHE SAW. She walked off, smiling awkwardly to herself and asked me to go inside the room and see what were they doing. LOL! And weiliang was damn embarrassed la! The whole room roared with laughers. So hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, CJ DID THE BLOODY SAME THING. My mum coincidentally came into the room again, and asked : " where is that vegetarian guy? " CJ laughed and was so embarrassed till he turned tomato red. Oh yeah, I told my mum : " Mummy! This is my DADDY, chongjie! My best friend! " And my mummy was like : " ? Daddy? I thought he's at canada? " I replied : " My god-dad lah! Daddy at canada how to come? " HAHAHA. But my mum didn't see what CJ did. She only told me she thinks she knows cos they were all laughing like crazy inside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My mum didn't bring the ladle and couldn't mix the drinks. At first she asked jeremy to help her shake, but jeremy asked jasonteo to. Cos jason is much stronger. LOL! My mum asked him to shake the whole damn thing, and he went: " auntie YO AH YO, shake like that ah? " And he shook his butt. LOL my mum followed him and laughed. WTF? And the first drink my mum poured to was for JEREMY. NABEI, so biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My small baby cousin dylan loved jeremy too! Kept walking over to let jeremy hug. Even my auntie asked me why jeremy can carry dylan till dylan looked so comfortable on his shoulder. AHAHAHA. Dylan doesn't even want me to carry him! BIASED AGAIN! Mandy kept playing with dylan too! And taught him the word MONSTER. Wth? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My " ahbor " ( auntie ) LOVES MISS MANDY! She kept saying mandy very cute and sweet. WTF. I sooo wanna puke pls! Just acting OK! And she even wanted to bring mandy home, I told her she might as well ask mandy be her god daughter, and mandy can live in luxury, cos my auntie is rich tai tai. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stupid weiliang and gang disturbed me and jeremy when my mum was in the room with us. My mum just laughed it off, and told them she knows already lah. Wanna sabo me weiliang? Try harder, or die trying! :D My mum was secretly telling me that she thinks weiliang is a pervert, fucking the teddy bear. I just replied innocently that I don't know they were like this! And she told me she finds Jeremy handsome, and totally changed her opinion towards him from the last time, till now. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was the cam whoring session, and cutting cake and stuffs. Blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;After my relatives left, they were like hungry ghosts that were just let out of the gates pls! All of them rushed to get their food. LOL! And they finished everything. THANKS! (: Mandy used choco and ran all over trying hard to smear them onto my face. I did the same thing to her too! We were damn chocolatey all over! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So they used the table to play mahjong inside the room. Some of us were on the bed, playing 5 10. I was so suay lah! Mandy kept sabo-ing me, going anti clockwise, serena sabo-ed me. NABEI. They kept giving me drink and yes, the end result I got high and puked, shouted, cried, laughed, spoke in lousy broken hokkien to weiliang. played 5 10 with him in broken hokkien and he begged me to let him off cos I think I slapped him as I lose =X, pulling people's hair, slapping mandy and priscilla and some others. I couldn't recall what else I did, I heard it all from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Poor terence, who sat on the bed behind me.. I kept knocking onto him. HEHE. Thanks lah! Who ask you play mahjong behind me? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After making a scene, mandy changed my top for me as it was drenched in my vomit. OMG. Thanks mandy for taking care of me! Ok, I rested for a while, and there comes the exciting part. They took the cake out, and started playing 5 10. Those who lose must eat that sour red thing. CJ's saliva kept dripping, like ewww. And they almost finished the whole cake. I was still high ok, and we played 007. I kept shouting like nobody's business, and they had to ask me to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We played the animal sign game, and everybody had to have a sign of their own, and all of us must memorise each and every sign. SO FUN! Terence was so slow so he was punished by eating ice. LOL! I was slow too cos I was confused by all the signs. I kept shouting at people who was confused and they laughed at me cos I was like saying and laughing myself. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All of us played that damn game and 2nd round, we changed signs again. Had to memorise all over again. SOOOO many things happened, weiliang falling down, terence slapping himself, pris with the pig's nose, sharlene being slow. Laughters and shoutings erupted. Played for a couple of hours till everybody got hungry, terence and me got a sore throat. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played open numbers and SS, CJ and pris gotta go ALLLL THE WAY TO 711 to get us cup noodles. Pris's bf was so nice, he got us macdonalds, and refused to let me return him the money. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUNRISE! We went to the shore and climbed to the top to watch sunrise. It was such a prettty sight, totally mesmerised. It's been so long since I've ever watched a sunrise. A right place for emo-ing. Hahaha. Came back, and some of them were sleeping already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went swimming and we got so hungry we walked all the way to the food court to eat. Damn, I was freaking tired PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyway, I reaaaaally enjoyed myself to the fullest. Presents received, a bouquet of 18 red roses and a few white ones as deco. Pretty! A birthday card from MISS MANDY! CUTE! 17 strawberry dipped in choco, 1 missing, and supposed to get it after my bday! HEHE. 1 box of chocolate from CHOCZ, yummylicious! 2 HUGE teddy bears, awwww. 1 vodka. 1 adidas watch. 1 juicy couture bag, sweet. Topshop tops. Cake from pris. Hongbaos from my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mandy, sorry for the brusies caused! She showed me 3 huge brusies on her hand, and I didn't know I turned violent when I was high. LOL! And thanks pris! For being my free labourer for the day! AHAHAHA. Lovesloves! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WOOOO. Pictures time! Might take a long time to load. :D Didn't manage to take a pic with everybody, and those who came late. ): Oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we went to visit jeremy's mum ystd, got her a fruits basket, just a small small sincerity from me, hopes she likes it. Get well soon, auntie. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sharlene, me, Pris, Serena. Besties forever! Love them loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me and my free labourer for the day. LOL. Pris!! LOVE YOUUU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't know who passed me this bouquet of flowers and asked me to take a picture with him.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me and serena. My bitch! Who went to PASIR RIS, thinking my chalet was there. LOVES!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bestie sharlene! Thanks for the HUGE teddy bear! And you forever look FAIR beside me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me and pretty mandy in fish tank. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That guy who humped the teddy bear. LOL DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Chocolatey all over! All thanks to her! =D My pretty mandy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunrise. * melted *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;That's all for today! Toooo many pictures to upload all in 1 go! It's 7 now! Time to watch Goong! Till then, Laters! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116350282041217079?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116350282041217079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116350282041217079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116350282041217079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116350282041217079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-thank-you-to-everybody-who-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116228855921776873</id><published>2006-10-31T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:01:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOHELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My mum just came home and I saw her using my small adidas handbag which I haven't even started using since the first day I bought it. I sort of forgot that I have that bag. Sheeesh. OMGGGG my mum can really dig out my stuffs. Meanie her : " Since you're not gonna use that bag, don't let it collect dust inside your wardrobe la! Let me use, isn't it better? " -.- Fine fine, I gave it to her anyway. Cost me 70+ I think. ZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ogay, I just got back from CJ's 18th birthday chalet. It was a BLAST! And it ended beautifully. As usual, the guys drank so much and yes the end result, getting drunk. And I took care of some of them, sacrificing my sleep for the whole day. LOL. Am kinda lazy to elaborate what happened throughout the 3d2n stay, but all in all, it was super fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hope CJ enjoyed himself in the chalet although he was kinda errr semi-conscious. LOL! So, the whole chalet was a success and next birthday - MINE! WEEEHOOO! I can't wait PLS! Weiliang that idiot said that he's gonna make me drunk. OMGGGG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept for 20hours as soon as I reached home from the chalet. Terribleeeee pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ogay, I'm making a present for CJ, I just started doing it before his birthday and I couldn't finish it on time for his chalet. So, since I'm back now I think I should continue with it and finish everything by this week and give it to him!! But I'm kinda lazy you know...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh oh oh! Did I mention, I think my milky is pregnant! OMGGGGG. Who wants babies? I don't think I can cope if there's a couple of them running around in my house! I think I'll die first instead of the babies. LOL! P.M me if you guys interested in the babies ok!? But don't ask me sponser money for the food okay. Box you ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116228855921776873?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116228855921776873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116228855921776873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116228855921776873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116228855921776873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellohello-my-mum-just-came-home-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-116118032084289163</id><published>2006-10-18T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:02:04.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for my bestie, my bestest girl friend, my bitching cum tanning partner, my stay-over-slumber-night-party-at-either-yours-or-mine-house biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested to know who is she? KAYPOH! Grins. It's such a long post anyway, so don't read if you're gonna complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To my bestie, you know we never did say this out to each other before. But in our hearts we already know that we'll move on, and get seperated as time flies, and as we graduated from school, and will be leading our own life. We met new people, new friends, settled down in a new environment and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yeap, and I won't wanna deny, that we used to be BFF, but we aren't as close as we used to be anymore. When just the both of us hang out together, do the crappiest and lamest thing on earth that best friends would do. Remember how we grew closer and how UPSET we were when we have to be seperated to different class cos you took my most hated subject - the F&amp;N. And I took your most dreaded subject - POA? Yes it drove us nuts!! We used to talk about EVERYTHING under the sun, from bitching about girls we hate, hot guys with great bods, to pretty angmoh/mixed girls and handsome butches. Watched how we grew up from being the famous muskeeteers in red vest ( Like OMG this is so embarrassing!) to girls we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;All those tanning sessions with you, and screw those early mornings we got to pull ourselves outta bed and get our ass down to sentosa. Those stayover nights, slumber party at both our houses. Midnight vcds marathon, binging and pigging out on junk food, snacks. Those girly girly talks we had while we were on bed. Shopping at the mall to get ingredients for cooking late night supper! I always say the same old thing : " Yes yes I'll cook for you tonight! I swearrrr OKAY! " And yeap, you know being the lazy, unable to cook me will always find some reasons and push the responsibilities to her. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooks nice maggi mee. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How we hated working at shang, and how we always GRUMBLED about why must we work so hard when we don't see the need to! And how gleeful we were when we got to work as hamper wrapper at shangri-la, and we were always eating the choco chips cookies and taking handfuls of delicious chocos! How we always slacked during work, and those stupid stuffs we did inside the wrapping room with other colleagues. Taking pictures of us wearing the banquet uniform, making ribbons with all the laces. Even cheated on the time we knocked off so we could take the free cabs home without walking all the way out to the mrt station. We can always find joy working even though it was so shitty-ly slacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I soooo hearrrrt shopping with this girl! Although it's highly unessential but its oh-so-gratifying! From levi's to adidas, mango to topshop, ferragamo to gucci and LV. So hilarious we'll go : " Omg they opened the door for us! " And, almost everywhere in town lah. And eating CHOCOLATE FONDUE ( SLURPS ) at coffee club and always ordering SOOO much that we couldn't finish. And we were always pushing the brownies to each other cos we couldn't stuff it into our stomach anymore. Eating so much with her till our jeans buttons gonna explode! We always love eating at highclass restaurant and we so hate squeezing! We'll go : " eeew so many pple, let's get out of here. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sitting together during chinese intensive lessons and mrs chong always find something to ask me to stop talking to you. And remember we played tic-tac-toe but not with the normal Xs and Os, instead we had to draw different faces and emoticons? I got so engrossed in drawing I forgot the purpose of the game is to win! And yea, I lost. AHAHAHAHS! Biology lessons in labs was the most funniest of all! We sat together and kept on gossiping. At mrs iong's stomach and boooby like OMG! Triangle!! RMB!? We hid the hp inside the drawer and TOOK PICTURES! And mrs iong always asked you to stop talking to me and the worst thing she did was to SEPERATE US! And you always slunted your body and turned behind to talk to me! Ohmy, I missed those times! HUMANITIES LESSON! Even we were a table away we always go: yadayadayada! And you'll always act as if you couldn't see what was on the board and came to sit beside me! And we'll go: HAHAHEHEHOOHEH. SSP lessons we'll take songs and sing it with our own creations! Stiffling our laughters and LAUGHED OUR ASS OUT when mdm sharifah said a joke and she thought we were laughing at her joke but HELL NO! Our own inside jokes PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Watched how many times we went through heartaches and broken hearts together? How you cried when you saw me sobbing my eyes out. I was sooo shocked cos I only saw you cried ONCE before in the 4 years we knew each other! I could still recall what you said to me when you saw me being sooo depressed &amp;amp; drunk during my birthday. And the touch of your friendly hand pulling me up from the bottomless pit and the hope in your eyes telling me I'll make it. Memorable birthday celebration with the guys... Without you I don't know who I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Although we'll fight and quarrel and what all best friends will do. One minute I'll be like: " ARGH Bitch bitch! I HATE THIS BITCH. " Another minute we're talking in our own language again! I was reading through this blog's archives. How we created this blog ourselves and driving ourselves bonkers with the annoying blogskin. All the blog goes : AHAHAHA Yanhui's a bitch. Threatening me always! Or, Sharlene's a bitch I hate her, she took a needle and tried to poke me!! HAHAHA. But you know inside me I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4 years and still counting on. I seem to have lost contact with you already. I don't wanna be drifted apart from you. Don't change all that we used to have. Don't go changing yourself. I love you for the real you. Best friends are for forever. &lt;strong&gt;I really really do miss you, Sharlene.&lt;/strong&gt; Please call me back or at least drop me a message. You're not forgotten, and you'll always have a place in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves you &lt;strong&gt;sharl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S : I just received a msg from her! Wishing me good luck for my practicals tmr, but I didn't retake science. But at least she has my heart. I'm a happppy girl right now! :D And I want her to be there on my bdae! She said yes! But no ktvs for herrr. HAHAHAS. WOOOO! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/Yoshinoya%201%20edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/Yoshinoya%201%20edited2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-116118032084289163?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/116118032084289163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=116118032084289163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116118032084289163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/116118032084289163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115979331571648956</id><published>2006-10-02T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:39:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Diana has tagged me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did that before already! * BAWLS *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do that again! It's so boring!! Any new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hab jio-ed me to go studying with her. But me studying? So not very very me laaaaaaa, but what the heck! I still need to mug for the dreadful Os! Oh my freakin' hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really against the idea of studying. Who's with me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;27sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;early breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;morning calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;roti prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;fried beehoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cheecheongfun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;jer's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;talking rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;waiting and waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;train ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;shuttle bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;tanning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;grass mats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;laughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;crazy pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mad playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;video taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;salty water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;seaweed ( this is gross )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;still taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;playing with dog ( dimple )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;tram rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;harbourfront centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;tired train ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;worn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;snoring by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;FINALLY........ HOME SWEET HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sentosa on 27th was a blast! It was just simply crazy! Like ohmygod! Helluva fun day with the clique laaaa. =D And imagine us without sleep, waiting for morning to come.. While chatting online, waiting for time to pass.. Slowly. I almost couldn't keep my eyes opened, so I decided to go bathing with cold, nope correction. FREEZING water! And I was wide awake after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Breakfast time at PLAZA! OOOOSH PRATAS! Piping hot pratas! I soooo miss pratas! I mean eating prata in the morning, not supper at JLN KAYU, you kayus! &amp; CHEE CHEONG FUN! I soooo heart that! Lucky I didn't order jer's fried beehoon. Was a tad bland. And Cj's vegetarian food doesn't look appealing to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AND I HATE WAKING PEOPLE LIKE ST UP! I soooo abhor! It's so irritating when their hps is on silent mode! Like how the hell are you gonna bloody wake up like that? It's gonna take 837465 donkey years! And HAB took don't know how many freakin' hours to get ready! Waited till we almost nodded off at his house. SEEEEE! It doesn't pay to be early! Others will still be late too. But lucky I had my prata and cheecheongfun! If not I'll blow my top! Ehhh, NO LAH. I'm not that violent PLS! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They had sand fight! Ok lah, not as in really fight! But they were throwing sand and SEAWEED at each other, or rather aiming at hab! Lucky I wasn't aimed. HEHEHE. And and and they buried hab in the sand! Like super funny lah, I had the process video-ed down, but of cos I'm not gonna be so mean and post it here! I was kinda glad when I saw him actually playing like MAD! You guys should see the way jer and CJ played. SUPER DUPER CRAZY. Being the victim was super duber unlucky lah. I was the videogirl for the day! And we were laughing our asses and heads off when we saw the videos and pictures. Insane I tell you! LOLS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; we literally slept throughout the whole journey home! Ignored people's weird glances and threw them stares. I was sleeping in all sorts of positions, and seriously speaking, it really wasn't comfy at all! But heck! I was too exhausted to think! CJ kept moving and fidgeting! Grrr. And the train was practically a freezer! Brrr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Someone was snoring his head off in the train lah. So unglam! But its alright! You're protected by your OH-SO-COOL&amp;amp;PRETTY shades! No worries, you're unrecognised! LOLS. It was actually funny when I think back. If CJ wasn't there, I think all of us could sleep from harbourfront to punggol and back to harbourfront and then to punggol. TILL THE LAST TRAIN ENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3 words to sum up all. Tiring yet fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered to post the pictures. I'm freakin' lazy! Then what's the use of editing? -shrugs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It doesn't matter lah. We took like 80+ funny+nice+cute+irritating imitating people's laughter pictures. And stupid+annoying+blahblahblah videos! Call us the narcissist ( how to spell? ) CAM WHORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm gonna go online shopping now! Wonder what's new for today! THROW THE COMP AWAY PLS! Oh and thanks. I know I've this oh-so-famous disease in me. LAZINESS! Lazy bones! Couch potato! The comp is evil! Grrr. Errr? Pardon me LA. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;P.S : I needa turn my body clock back! Its seriously awfully screwed up! I'm so like wide awake at 6am-ish in the wee hours of the morning! I think I'm like skeleton lah. 1 meal per day! No, I think I'm fat. Yes, no, yes, no, but no but I think it's a yes, who knows, no maybe? Errr, shiat. I'm weird! I'm so dead laaa. I gotta get going! OK lah, 1 picture! I'm too impatient to wait for blogger to load! SO LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/Image063_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/Image063_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115979331571648956?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115979331571648956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115979331571648956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115979331571648956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115979331571648956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/10/diana-has-tagged-me-d-but-i-did-that_02.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115944882148885694</id><published>2006-09-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:07:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm addicted to online shopping. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I've spend loads on it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sorry, not second hand stuffs please. I don't go for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Suddenly there's so many things to do at home! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Busy surfing for hot stuffs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And editing the pictures taken at sentosa with the clique! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115944882148885694?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115944882148885694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115944882148885694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115944882148885694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115944882148885694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-addicted-to-online-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115762197120104442</id><published>2006-09-07T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:45:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YAY, guess what?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELL DOWN AGAIN! Erm, like.. Again? Ok, no surprise. BAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on this 2-person bicycle with CJ infront, and being the lazy me, I can't be bothered to pedal lah. I happily put my legs on the bar. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going down this slope, and I was looking around and I guess I didn't hold on tightly, and somehow my legs just came down from the bar automatically so I stepped on the pedal, plus the speed of going down slope, I couldn't manage and didn't catch the rhythm of how CJ cycle. I lose control and flew out of the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was so unexpected, CJ couldn't stop the bicycle in time and his weight was weighing the bicycle down so I was dragged along the road. And when he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00055(2)_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; finally stopped and ran towards me, he said my body was in an awkward position, in between the 2 wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first thing I said was : " DADDY, my head very very pain! " Worse thing was, I was seeing double images everywhere. But didn't last long, and I saw this angmoh picking up my shoe for me. So I stood up quickly, I don't wanna create a scene, it's embarrassing. A few people walked past and asked how am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on asking CJ whether I was disfigured or not, cos I vaguely recalled my nose rubbed against the floor. I was so scared I'll scarred my face, and thought my nose will be crooked. AHAHAHA. I thought I'll die. Throbbing headache for like 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ held my head and he was kinda helpless. He don't know what to do first, return the bicycle and den bring me to the first aid room, or bring me to the first aid room and leave the bicycle there. I told him to return the bike first, as it was just a stone throw away. I don't want the bicycle to go missing you know. I limped my way slowly and crinched when I saw my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, it was G.R.O.S.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went to the first aid room, and lucky that guy Julian was being gentle. But I guess I was dehydrated from all those crying.. ): FUCKING PAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But luckily CJ was there and he helped me all the way to the clinic and pushed me everywhere on wheelchair. Did one x-ray, cos the doctor suspected I fractured my leg, and the first aid pple in sentosa said perhaps my shoulder is dislocated, cos it's freaking swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fret not, nothing went wrong. Doc said it's just preliminary results for my legs. I still have to go back if the swelling doesn't go down. Maybe I sprained it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thanks all those people that called and asked how's my injuries, and those who took care of me for this few days. CJ, Jeremy, Leon, Habsah.. And shuntian who kept calling me and first thing he asked was : " how liao your leg? " Serena, mandy, Joanna, Brandon.. Loads more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to CJ aka my daddy! Don't worry lah, I won't blame you entirely. I'm partly at fault too. (: THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE HELPING ME, if not I don't know where will I be without you. MUACKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P.S : I can't walk, I feel like I'm a handicapped person. I can't even place my feet flat! AND I CAN'T FREAKIN' SLEEP! I've only one position to sleep. Poooor me. And I've one big ORH BA KA on my head!! SOBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pictures of my gross wounds! Please don't scroll down if you think you can't see BLOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My hand near the elbow part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Both of my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00055(2)_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00055%282%29_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My poor swollen feet and the part that's wrapped up is more bloody. Ewww.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me on wheelchair holding the xray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I CAN STILL SMILE OK! I'm so strong la. Okay, my shoulder is hurting. Blog again when I'm free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115762197120104442?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115762197120104442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115762197120104442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115762197120104442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115762197120104442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-guess-what-i-fell-down-again-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115596885453880093</id><published>2006-08-18T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:31:47.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WEEHOOOOOOS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've two new friends in my life! Lemme introduce you to.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/180806_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/180806_5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/180806_5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROWNIE AND MILKY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just look at the two rabbits, how sweeeeeet. On top of my oh-so-cheena-looking cushion TAKING PICTURES. Laying still and motionless, just for me to take a PICTURE OF THEM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So adorable lorrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, it cost me and my friend leon a bomb. Each rabbit cost like $50 but the lady gave us for $35 each, so I guess it probably cost like $40 and she lied about the price acting like she gave us a BIG BIG discount. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;She's selling this super big cage with the bottle and hay-holder thingy for $98 and she said she can give us for $75. So we actually went around looking for cheaper ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So saw this cage with wooden planks and also super big. Selling for $60 and we bought some wood-looking hay holder for $12 after discount and bottle for $7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Everything is D.I.Y. The wood-looking hay holder we must fix it up ourselves. Except for the cage lah, that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then we went to the pet shop at mall and we got this litter pan thing, food dish, hay, rabbits' food for $38 in total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, total damage caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2 rabbits - $70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cage - $60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wooden hay holder - $12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bottle - $7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Litter pan - $7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Food dish - $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hay and rabbits' food - $28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Total = $187&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whoa. A whoooooping 187 buckeroooooooos. Almost like 200 bucks! Oh wells, just take it as we spend the money on shopping alrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETAIL THERAPY KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's worth it laaaaaaaah. Even guys like brandon and eric fell in love and went ang-goo-goo together with leon when playing with the bunnies yesterday night. And the bunnies are scared of HABSAH! AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at a freaking 9am to feed them PLS! And my lovely mum asked me to go back sleep cos she alrd fed them early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are seriously like us. So shag in the morning, and hyperactive at night! Even their characters are like me and leon. Milky sleeps after eating. Brownie kept on eating and eating but still run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm starting to feel responsible already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gonna go bond with them, so shall blog again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115596885453880093?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115596885453880093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115596885453880093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115596885453880093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115596885453880093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/08/weehoooooos-so-ive-two-new-friends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115496593319633072</id><published>2006-08-07T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T05:04:37.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yesterday night decided to create another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I just don't feel secure blogging in my own thoughts and feelings into here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Too many unknown people reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm not prepared to let go of my darkest, heart felt secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, this blog is still running on. No doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Too much memories to close it down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Close friends, pls PM me to get my new url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WATCH THIS SPACE. I'M STILL HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;YANHUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115496593319633072?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115496593319633072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115496593319633072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115496593319633072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115496593319633072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-night-decided-to-create.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115487397354193527</id><published>2006-08-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T06:31:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okok, I know I know. After like the lack of updates, I should blog more right. Heehee. RIGHT MAN, my blogging addiction is back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My head's spinning........................ And spinning and spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Plus I'm pms-ing. Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kill me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I soooooo wanna watch fireworks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 random facts of ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I love procrastinating. I reaaaaally do. Like who don't? You can always see me say : " Yes yes I'll do that now. I swear! " But, tmr you will still see me saying the same old thing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My mood changes like how the wind comes and goes, especially when it's the time of the month! It's a girl's thing, you know. Period! Grrr. Alot of them already get used to this part of me. So don't get kinda offended if you see me snapping at you OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm damn loud spoken and chirpy, but I'm soft spoken you know, when it's the time to, you see. Of cos I know how to present myself properly at the appropriate situation, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I'm hungry, I order alot and often find myself wasting food! Cos I can't finish e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;verything. So friends around me always have to finish it for me. I have a BIG appetite, and I dare say half of my allowance is spend on food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I love singing in showers. Actually I love singing everywhere, like totally! Yea, and me and my group of friends are sooo into singing, we can go k like once every week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have to get my hands on things I happened to see and like. You know that kinda feeling when you see this shoe and love it so much, but they JUST DON'T HAVE YOUR FREAKIN' SHOE SIZE? Or you just can't fit into that top! Yea, I abhor that kinda feeling! Will get damn pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I hate people with attitude problem. Although my friends kept on emphasizing I was often the one who has serious attitude problem when things just doesn't go my way. But what the heck, you'll never catch me admitting to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My achilles' heel - I love crying! I'll get upset and hide myself. Don't ask me why, I've no slightest idea! LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wanna go barcelona, europe, paris, milan, new zealand, sydney... But I'm soooo looking forward to the langkawi trip with them... Anticipating!! Hope it really happens man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Treat me nicely! I'll treat you nicer! But don't take me for granted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;k! Done with the updating! Laters people! (:&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/13084267-115487397354193527?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115487397354193527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115487397354193527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115487397354193527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115487397354193527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/08/edited-okok-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115182012390581308</id><published>2006-07-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:17:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yesterday went k-boxing with the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Makes me felt so nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yeap, it was the first time I've ever heard him sang that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Was it unreal? Was it all just my illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Or..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I seriously don't know how do I express this kind of feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But on a lighter note, I had fun yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Fun laughing at them telling each other off. Fun laughing at them cracking jokes. Fun laughing at them kaopeh-ing. Fun laughing at them finding fault at each other's singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;AND WE LANDED OURSELVES IN A FUCKING UNCLE'S CAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear he was irritating the hell outta us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM : You all ah, make me difficult leh. Like that next time those taxi uncles will say I'm greedy for money, 5 pple also wanna fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as if they will even bother to remember his pathetic face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was going on and on and on and on about that fucking issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we told him which direction to go, and he NEVER FAILS to tell us every place road name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM : This is rivervale plaza, ahhh yeah plaza. This is rivervale mall ma, ah you all know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when both of them got down, he continued talking to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : UNCLE! We lived here very long already, you don't have to tell us every name you know OK! Just drive lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was literally screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we told him to keep to the right, he said : Right is Punggol road le leh, you all punggol road meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : WE LIVE IN SK NOT PUNGGOL, JUST KEEP TO YOUR RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining got down together, cos I told them I'm getting down and I would rather walk home than hear HIM NAG at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slammed the door, and walked to the back and took down his carplate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so scared! He was like : MISS AH! WHY U TAKE MY NUMBER DOWN, U WANT TO SUE ME AH, CANNOT SUE ME LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. We just ignored him, and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can shout and beg me not to sue him for all he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That look on his face was damn classic man! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, he was from the same company as the previous complaint I made to another cab uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one also! Irritating ass. Just happened like 2 weeks ago, I was alone in the cab man! More worse than yesterday's incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for today. So long, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115182012390581308?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115182012390581308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115182012390581308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115182012390581308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115182012390581308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-went-k-boxing-with-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115081489041206586</id><published>2006-06-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:51:17.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;PS : HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY JEREMY KHOO AKA LEGENDARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, I just reached home from Jeremy's house cos we had a mini birthday celebration, and I just send off Jeremy, Chongjie, Habsah and Shuntian off to GENTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go cos I have no leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we already had a hearty time celebrating his birthday on da 16th at KSTER. He wasn't drunk anyway, it was chongjie and that guy that nobody seems to like - herman that was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his girlfriend were G-R-O-S-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept on kissing like nobody's biz. Even Joanna and Mandy got fed up and they were like : " WALAN EH SIBEI ER XIN LOR. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine. Herman and his gf's face.. THEY LITERALLY TURNED BLACK. BWAHAHHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, mandy was quiet even when she got a lil tipsy towards da ending. Miracle. SHE WAS ACTUALLY QUIET! PS: I know why though. HAHAHAS. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got super high behind when they started singing " cao meng " aka grasshoppers' songs. Weiliang was acting like a slut and all and started dancing. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WATER WAR&lt;/span&gt; started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da guys were splashing ice and drinks all around and somebody even had the bucket of ice mix water smashed onto someone's head, I don't rmb who lah. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now at Jeremy's house everybody were like so rush after the cake cutting session. If not they will miss their bus to genting! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum said : eyy, yanhui fat liao hor. nicer leh. thin not nice lah. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0298_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0298_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0314_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0314_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0316_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0316_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0325.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0325.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC01250.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC01250.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The cake just now. I have nice photograpy skills! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/20062006(001).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/20062006%28001%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Too bad our group photo is inside Habsah's video camera, and she's on da way to genting.. I can't get it from her anyways. And alot pictures tooken, BUT I'M FREAKIN LASY to brighten it all up. All da above pictures is ME who took my precious time to brighten them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAHAHHAS. Ok, shall blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laters pple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I WILL MISS U GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115081489041206586?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115081489041206586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115081489041206586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115081489041206586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115081489041206586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/06/ps-happy-18th-birthday-jeremy-khoo-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-115000863590229886</id><published>2006-06-10T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:36:43.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I haven't been sleeping early for this whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It has been meetups, meetups and more meetups with the guys.  Been like seeing them every single day. AHHAHAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm like sleeping in the wee hours of the morning, 4am-ish or 5am-ish. Plus I have to wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And dozing off in trains is like so normal for me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I NEEEEEEEEEED TO BLOOOODY REST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, will do so once I'm freakin' free yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dope shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hearts to everybody reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I heart being random about stuffs I'm blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Have you ever had like so much stuffs running through your mind, and can't wait to blog it out. But once you sit in front of your comp, the ideas get stuck inside or like they flew away somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So I can't seem to think of anything to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That explains my randomly behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pardon me. =X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna go hongkong during august. IT'S DA SHOPPING SEASON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ANY KHAKIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sydney anyone? Japan? Korea? Taiwan? HEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MONEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I miss bangkok though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;OK, am gonna call ChongJie now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*HUGS TO YOU*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-115000863590229886?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/115000863590229886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=115000863590229886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115000863590229886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/115000863590229886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-havent-been-sleeping-early-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114818355206376327</id><published>2006-05-20T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:05:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm back from my trip and I'm finally free to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I FUCKING HEART BANGKOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Below are my loots that I bought within my week there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR MYSELF -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1) 5 tops&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 denim skirts&lt;br /&gt;3) Levi's Square cut skinny jeans from ISETAN ( REAL OK, NOT IMITATION GOODS. )&lt;br /&gt;4) 2 Levi's top. ( New arrival, SG doesn't sells it.)&lt;br /&gt;5) 2 shorts.&lt;br /&gt;6) 1 GUESS wallet from ISETAN too.&lt;br /&gt;7) 4 shoes.&lt;br /&gt;8) 1 BIG soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;9) Zipped - pouch with hello kitty diamond.&lt;br /&gt;10) AND FOOD. ( I spend LOADS on food! LOL. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FOR FRIENDS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1) 2 earrings. ( For serene and evon. )&lt;br /&gt;2) 1 LV wallet. ( For that shuntian.)&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 LEVI'S tops. ( For edwin and chongjie. )&lt;br /&gt;4) Hp accesory. ( For diana. )&lt;br /&gt;5) Pouch with a key chain. ( For habsah. )&lt;br /&gt;6) Birkenstock shoes and handbag. ( For my mum. )&lt;br /&gt;7) Wallet. ( For my daddy. )&lt;br /&gt;8) Hard rock cafe top. ( For my bro. )&lt;br /&gt;9) Random tops for other friends who wants it.&lt;br /&gt;10) Pineapple tarts in containers. ( I had a hard time lugging it back, it was pretty heavy! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My luggage almost EXPLODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend like a whoooping 600 t0 700 bucks there plus air ticket and hotel will be 1000 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my mum sponsered me half. Or I'll be damn broke this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to try those roadside stalls, the smell of their food were so appealing, but I was afraid I might upset my stomach. Cos it was kinda oily and you know, some singaporean's stomach are quite sensitive. Including mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was staying in a 5 star hotel, and the bell boys there were so polite and they talked to us in chinese! Although not really fluent, but they were cute! =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I took lots and lots of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00658.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00711.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00743.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00824.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00824.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/DSC00814.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/DSC00814.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Many many more pictures, but it's taking such mighty long time. And I'm getting impatient with all those msn windows popping up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pardon my small big eyes. We totally had no sleep there! Or either we slept too late and woke up too early for breakfast in our hotel restaurant! UBER DELICIOUS, I SAY. YUMYUM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I forgot to mention, I spend $150 on one adidas jacket I saw yesterday! Adi colour range.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm damn broke now, BUT STILL .. CALL ME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody bored.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear CJ SING! I MISS HIS SINGING. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OKAY, I'm tired! Laters pple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;; Sometimes I wish you're still here with me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114818355206376327?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114818355206376327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114818355206376327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114818355206376327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114818355206376327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114710365162741656</id><published>2006-05-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:54:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I had just finished one korean drama vcd " My lovely samsoon " . And in chinese it's " Wo jiao jing san shun ". It's currently the top hits in taiwan and korea. Perhaps singapore too? Everywhere seems to be OUT OF STOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SERIOUSLY LOVE THAT SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman. You guys really have to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS THERES 2 HUNKS ACTING IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is english speaking, he's a mix I think. And his eyes sparkle when he speaks. High nose, good complexion and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ONE is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HYUN BIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MY FAVOURITE GUY. I love him truckloads.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; HE'S FUCKING HOT AND GORGEOUS I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my vulgarities. He's really an eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to take my eyes off him in that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Great bod, nice complexion, high nose, AND DIMPLES! Everybody, go AWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking irresistable! I'll show you his pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/hyun%20bin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/hyun%20bin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/hyun%20bin6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/hyun%20bin6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now you can believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I cried like an idiot, and laughed like mad while watching that show. And my mum is addicted to da chang jing and this show too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I love it when this show taught me lotsa stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life's like a box of chocolates. You'll never know what you're gonna get next. And that female lead said : " I wish I can finish every bitter chocos in this world, so everybody can get to eat those sweet ones. And everybody will be happy forever. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I saw how love is selfish, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll update more about this show when I'm back from my trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm gonna pack my luggage now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO LONG, and GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114710365162741656?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114710365162741656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114710365162741656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114710365162741656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114710365162741656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-just-finished-one-korean-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114658372160683330</id><published>2006-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:51:09.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Seriously, you ain't fucking worth the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Betrayal, eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tell me bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I felt betrayed - HELL YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp; on a happier note, I'm going overseas on may10th with my friends. That explains the previous post about me leaving on may 10th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Plus my mum has been telling me she needs a breaaaaaaaaak. Long one. I hope I can go hongkong with her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaaaaally feel like going overseas longterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114658372160683330?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114658372160683330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114658372160683330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114658372160683330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114658372160683330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/05/seriously-you-aint-fucking-worth-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114597821584422204</id><published>2006-04-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:19:16.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Everybody seems to be busy with their poly lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, deep down I felt kinda left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On may10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hope I can.&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/13084267-114597821584422204?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114597821584422204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114597821584422204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114597821584422204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114597821584422204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/04/everybody-seems-to-be-busy-with-their.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114589105480131394</id><published>2006-04-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T08:04:14.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've a lot to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just now, I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But suddenly, I don't know what to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess I better go watch my korean dramas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY LEE DONG GUN. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114589105480131394?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114589105480131394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114589105480131394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114589105480131394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114589105480131394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-lot-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114517892423008712</id><published>2006-04-16T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:17:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's raining soooooooo heavily outside. And I'm stuck at home, blogging. Ah well, but it sort of kill time lah. So, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM, I went to the chalet during day 2. And some of the guys brought along their guitars, and weiliang was being irritating with it. KEEP ON HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Cos he only knew how to play this song within the short period he was taught by them. And they played songs like - The moon represents my heart, zhi zu, qing fei de yi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 5+ in the morning, we played card games. That one we had to put the card you'd chosen on your forehead, and whoever's card was small have to drink. This is a game that you CAN NEVER TRUST ANYBODY. When you chose a big card, they will glance at you with those scheming eyes and laugh so loudly that makes you wonder whether you got the small or big card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky jeremy and cj always told me to change my card. The unlucky one was MANDY. HAHAHA. She always had to drink cos she lost to their scheming minds. LOL. And guess what, YES SHE GOT DRUNK. And she blabbered NONSENSE lah. Lucky we didn't take her words seriously. And she got violent, high and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she settled down and decided to sleep. Had to pat her to sleep, cos she was feeling unwell. Went to macdonalds with them, and off to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD BEAT LAH. I could literally flop down and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After work, went down again. Was feeling very very exhausted and decided to sleep while they continued playing. But it was too noisy for me to sleep. So, mandy plus jeremy plus me went around cycling. Ok, I didn't cycle cos I didn't know how. They fetched me to pasir ris park. HE SAID I'M HEAVY. Poor him, was like panting when we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mandy fetched me back. And that's when the disaster STRIKES. I fell! I didn't hold on to her properly, so when we went down the slope, I just held onto her shirt loosely, then she said : DONT HOLD MY SHIRT! But I went holding further and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within that split second, I flew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING PAIN I TELL YOU. So they forced me to wash at the toilet, but I didn't dare. We went back then those first aid people came and they looked scary.. I felt like running back to the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then applied those antiseptic cream on my legs, hands and waist. I STARTED SCREAMING. BLAH BLAH BLAH, went back chalet BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman accompanied me to the poly clinic next morning. AND THE NURSE WAS MORE VIOLENT THAN MANDY TEO. At least mandy let me pinch when I felt the pain. But the nurse don't give any mercy AH! They just rubbed my wound so hardly I felt like killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You have to bear with it girl, your waist that part really very serious. If you dont clean it well, germs will get in and God knows what will happen! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)))))): She hoaxed me. No choice but to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those antiseptic and cream was scary and painful. But all was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know you cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114517892423008712?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114517892423008712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114517892423008712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114517892423008712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114517892423008712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/04/yanhui-its-raining-soooooooo-heavily.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114494195060506478</id><published>2006-04-13T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:25:50.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im back from the chalet. And I'm super tired. Fancy not sleeping for 2 days and still have to work. And suffering from PAINS and injuries all over. Cos I'm clumsy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm a superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm off to rest. Shall update on the details tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114494195060506478?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114494195060506478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114494195060506478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114494195060506478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114494195060506478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/04/yanhui-im-back-from-chalet_13.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-114425004753635735</id><published>2006-04-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:14:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I WANT MY PHOTOSHOPPPPPP, my stuffs and all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;* WHINES *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I miss everybody so so much. Those occasional reminise makes me yearns to go back to school. Oh man, I must have gone berserk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want more meet ups! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I feel fats all over me. BAH! I'm like feeling so full after every meal. But why do I feel so weak all over still? Had a fever just a few days back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hate the feeling of being sick. And when I brushed the back of my teeth, I had a sudden urge to puke. It went on and off the whole night, and my stomach was churning and churning, a burning sensation all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's the punishment for eating too much oily food lah, okay that's what my mum said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Walao, I ran out of ideas of what to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-114425004753635735?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/114425004753635735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=114425004753635735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114425004753635735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/114425004753635735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-my-photoshopppppp-my-stuffs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113966550888128377</id><published>2006-02-11T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T06:00:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Com's down recently. That's the reason why for the late blogging and very-not-frequent late hours of msn-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just got back my results, and I'm very disappointed. In fact, I'm very very saddened by that look of my cert. Totally disheartened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes, I admit that I cried. It was just too hard for me to take. Thanks sarah for rushing into the toilet and being everywhere with me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What am I supposed to do? I'm very sure I will never go ITE. It's not that I look down on them or what. I really really want to go into Mass Communication and be a DeeJay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess I can never do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really wish I can pick myself up from this mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Which path to choose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or it's a dead end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't know why, I thought of him when I got my results. I just wished he was the one comforting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But he wasnt. At least we talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I'm contented already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113966550888128377?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113966550888128377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113966550888128377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113966550888128377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113966550888128377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2006/02/yanhui-coms-down-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113602974480128635</id><published>2005-12-31T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:32:38.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Today marks the ending of year 2005. But those memories between all of us, will never ever end. It's a special day today, and deep down I hope someone special will be there for me too. How I envy Habsah, spending today with her special one. The whole of 2005 is filled with happiness, stress and of cos, heartwrenching moments. The last few months of 2005 haven't been good for me, cos I've gone through a real rough patch and a road that was full of obstacles that makes me realise who is my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is always a secret buried within me cos I never say all this to any of yoo before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; But I decided to say it out, for all my friends out there - Yoo guys are all very special and important, and I really must thank heaven for giving such wonderful friends to me. Thanks for being there for me, when I'm at my lowest peak, and bearing with my untolerable temper. Thanks for all the laughters yoo people give, and I really really want to thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;him*&lt;/span&gt; - for loving me last time and changing who I used to be. I love yoo, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Everybody will be going their seperate ways soon, and to all my friends, this is for yoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- I love yoo, my dear friends. Don't ever forget me and all the laughters and tears we shared. I will smile when looking back on this memory lane. Take care always.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Yanhui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113602974480128635?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113602974480128635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113602974480128635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113602974480128635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113602974480128635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-today-marks-ending-of-year-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113602632739620883</id><published>2005-12-31T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:53:10.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I HAVE A LOT TO BLOG ABOUT!!! Hahahas. Okay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;28th december - Sarah's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Uhmms, we went to eat at marina bay " zhen fa huo hai xian " to celebrate her birthday. Was quite late when we reached there, due to some delays by some of them. Me, Diana, Sharlene, Habsah and her lil sis, Ernest, Edwin, Shihui and the birthday girl reached there about 9.30, I think. So when we reached there, some of them started getting food. Cos we were afraid that they will not replenish the food, afterall it was so late already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But, there was still so much food! Hahahas. And I feel so bad looking at those life prawns die under Ernest's hands. * Laughs * Actually Habsah wanted to try taking out the prawns and throw them into the hot soup, but when she opened the container, I guess she got freaked out at how those life prawns jumped around frantically for their lifes inside the small container. So, Ernest was the one who threw those poor prawns inside the soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, I made a damn stupid comment. One of the prawn was jumping inside da closed container, so I asked : " How come the prawn keep jumping ah? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So we were all staring at that particular prawn. And I noticed that it's long long feelers ( I don't know what is it called. ) was stuck in between the container. So I said : " OHHH! The container kiap the prawn's feelers lah. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And they all laughed. AT ME. At the QUEEN. And they said : " They don't feel anything at their feelers de lah. HAHAHHAHAHA. " Wtf. I didn't know PLEASE. * Rolled eyes * HAHA. Oh well, at least I know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, after eating, we cut the cake fer the birthday girl. Hahahas. And she received a shirt from me, and a mickey mouse soft toy from the guys. Initially, I wanted to smash the whipped cream at her face, but decided not to do so. I'm merciful. * LAUGHS * So they played bowling, and for a noob like me was able to score so well, I'm satisfied. * SMIRKS *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/Image%28789%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/Image%28789%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Presenting to yoo, the birthday girl - sarah, and her birthday cake. YUMMLICIOUS. HEHEHE.&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113602632739620883?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113602632739620883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113602632739620883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113602632739620883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113602632739620883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-i-have-lot-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113585299588274652</id><published>2005-12-29T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:08:02.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm keeping a secret from everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Will update more tonight on sarah's birthday celebration. Not in da mood for blogging, and I haven't got da pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113585299588274652?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113585299588274652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113585299588274652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113585299588274652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113585299588274652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-im-keeping-secret-from-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113549642132514639</id><published>2005-12-24T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:43:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WHOAAAAA. Christmas eve at orchard was a TOTAL BLAST! Diana, habsah, sarah and I was on the way to meet chongjie and gang at town. When we got out of the MRT station, we almost got a shock! It was super uber packed, and the main exit was closed. We can only walk from the back exit to paragon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We were like man-made sardines LAH. * GRUMBLES * Anyways, we were stucked outside for quite long. We moved by INCHES please. Can yoo imagine how crowded was it? I was swearing and cursing all the way, and wondering why did we end up at town. It was a stupid idea to come to town! I promised myself last year, that I will never come to town on christmas eve. But, I still came. On such days, it's a dread coming to town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ahhh. There was SOOO many people having those stupid sprays with foams inside. I seriously hate that " PSSSST " sound! Wherever we walked to, there will be people spraying and we ducked and hide just to prevent ourselves from being the poor victims. But we still were targetted. One freakin' guy actually aimed me at my back! Feel like whacking him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AND AND AND, wart I really wanted to grumble about was that, we were literally stucked at shaw house. Freakin' packed. Totally no space for us to walk please! This FUCKING UNCLE was beside me and habsah and he kept on rubbing his hands on me at first. That BLOODY JERK. And, habsah was holding my hand, so she was standing a bit slanted and that uncle was trying to squeeze through, and he nearly touched her! It was bloody obvious he was trying to be funny. WTF. So I got really PISSED and I shouted at him. " STOP PUSHING LAH. SLOWLY WALK LAH! " * STARES * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If I have a scissors with me, I'll cut off his groin. LOL. But that BLOODY JERK was irritating lah. So after I screamed at him, he stopped everything. If not I think I'll slap him! I think I practically snapped at everybody who offended us. We were inside crown hotel, and this freakin' retard guy sprayed at us! ARGH. I got peeved again and I shouted : " OEI. HOTEL LAH, DON'T PLAY LAH! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WAHAHAHAHHA. It was damn SONG to scream at people PLEASE! =X. Anyway, met up with them and sat around at coffee bean and talked rubbish. So we sat till 2 but it was still as crowded, so we took a cab and went to eat. And exchanged christmas pressies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I got a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; LINDT &amp; SPRUNGLI ALMOND DELUXE CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt; " It was read there : " SWISS MILK CHOCOLATES OVER WHOLE ROASTED ALMONDS IN A FINE WHITE FILLING " Although I don't quite like almonds, but it's da thought that counts. It still tastes GREAT too! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;THANKS DIANA!&lt;/span&gt; Another pressie was from HABSAH. Omg &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FERRERO ROCHER!&lt;/span&gt; YUMMYLICIOUS! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks HUB!&lt;/span&gt; Another was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FAMOUS AMOS COOKIES&lt;/span&gt;, from SARAH. Nicely packed in a TEDDY BEAR tin, with ribbons! Oh-so-pretty. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THANKS HARAS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I got them famous amos cookies too! In nice tins please! Cost me a BOMB. But, it's still worth it! For such wonderful friends I have. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE! LOVE YA'LL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oh YEAH! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Diana's birthday bash at her chalet was FUN!&lt;/span&gt; Was a 3 days 2 nights chalet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I had WWE in the room. Omg. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;BRUISES&lt;/span&gt; all over my legs. One is damn swollen please! And till now it haven't gone down yet. I had a peaceful sleep on da first day, except that the bloody air con on top of me is making hell load of noise that scared me, I thought was some creepy thing knocking on the balcony door. And they had to ensure me it WAS THE BLOODY AIR CON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Second day we went escape in da morning. Evening started BBQ-ing.. And as there wasnt that much people at first, so diana and sharlene were downstairs starting the fire while waiting for the others to come. I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ALONE,&lt;/span&gt; in the chalet. So I bathed finish and watched tv. I heard some weird noise. I don't know how to describe but it was like opening plastic bags those sounds, and I, being a coward, ran out immediately to help them. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So more and more people came and that birthday girl got so much presents. One of it I really like. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A BIG BIG TEDDY BEAR!&lt;/span&gt; * ENVIOUS * OKOK, though I got so many teddy bears, but I can have more right?! LOL. And someone I hate came, and dampened my mood. So I went upstairs and stayed there. Someone sharlene hates came too, and both of us were like grumbling away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I took da cake out and everybody started singing birthday song for her. Diana probably know there's a cake anyway, but she was still surprised nevertheless. HAHA. Alot of us stayed overnight. And we started playing games. HEART ATTACK! We were so freakin' loud that the security guard came up and complained. If we get noisy again, we have to pack our bags and GO! WTF. Lousy place. So we played a silent game that mingherng suggested us to play. And we had to drink if we lose. WTF. And the worse is, NO TOILET BREAKS ALLOWED! Got so bloated please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Around 4 or 5 plus in the morning, I went to puke. LOL. YEUCK. Feels so disgusted. Den morning, we went escape again. Like, AGAIN!? Sigh. Birthday girl wanna go. NO CHOICE, but to oblige MAH. HAHA. Got so tanned again.. Ohwell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wow. This is such a LONG post. I'm tired already. Shall stop here. Laters people! OH.. I forgot to mention, my mum went overseas! FREEDOM! WEEEEHOOSSS~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;; I don't want a lot for christmas, there's just one thing I need. I just want yoo for my own, more than yoo could ever know . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113549642132514639?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113549642132514639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113549642132514639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113549642132514639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113549642132514639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-whoaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113488586849604426</id><published>2005-12-17T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:24:42.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Went sentosa TWICE IN A WEEK! I'm turning into a bangalah already! OOOPS. =X. MY SKIN IS PEELING!! * WHINES, WHINES AND WHINES * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It was fun nevertheless! Despite the fact that I had to wear a stupid EXTRA BIG STUSSY shirt when we were about to go off. I was actually wearing a tanktop yoo see. Maybe it was the second time in the week I was there, my skin was getting dry and all. So they started peeling and it was an ugly sight. * SCREAMS *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;SOSOSOSO, I had to wear my " daddy" 's shirt to cover up those ugly peeling of the skin. It was so huge that I looked like I didn't wear any shorts. Looked super stupid. LOL. But they said it was alright leh. Maybe I was just thinking too much. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My super irritating " daddy " isn't online, I couldn't get those pictures from him. * Grumbles *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I LOVE SHOPPING. Although it's highly unessential but it's OH-SO-GRATIFYING-AND-THERAPEUTIC. I SWEAR! * LAUGHS * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Town-ed with serena yesterday noon. Ate so much. And not forgetting, shopped so much! LOL. Got myself one Adidas Jacket and some tops. OUCH! I'm broke lah. Cabbed home. Cos there was SUPER DUPER UBER many pple! Freakin' crowded. There was some sales going on, that's why so many AUNTIES were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;MANGO is having this 50% discount storewide. I think till now it's still going on. I saw so MANY AUNTIES squeezing inside and snatching every piece of MANGO'S clothes they can get their hands on. There was even security guard outside, sealing bags to make sure no one steals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Prepare to walk around, seeing everybody wearing MANGO'S clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;OH OH OH! And ESPRIT and GUESS? are having sales too! My friend is working there, she said she can give me 50% discount if I go to her shop! WOW. I WANT! There's midnight sales going on, but it's so crowded and I bet I can't find anything I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;YUPIEE! Diana's chalet later on. Got to go buy present fer her in da late afternoon. I'm sure she'll definitely LOVE IT. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I wonder is that place haunted. I think it is leh. WTF FTW. I will bring some GOD-LY stuffs. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;One last dance with yoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;so hard to find the words to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I can't see any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yoo've sacrificed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Time to give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just one last dance with yoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it breaks my heart to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we both know it's time to let it breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yoo gotta go back to her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and I realised that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;everytime I see your face I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;there's a part of me that can't bear to let yoo go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's been a long long time I ever looked into your eyes and hear yoo say - I miss yoo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113488586849604426?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113488586849604426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113488586849604426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113488586849604426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113488586849604426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-went-sentosa-twice-in-week-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113448693515751796</id><published>2005-12-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:22:24.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;* BAWLS * This afternoon I'd seen something heart wrenching again.. Oh gosh, I'm feeling all emotional inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So we were on msn and I was telling her to give up on this relationship, since it's like so not meaningful anymore. Another relationship turned sour. Ah, anyway. I told her, she has to give up on this and stop being soft hearted. A relationship takes two hands to clap. She's probably da one trying to salvage this time and time again. Giving a chance again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But da guy didn't know she was suffocating inside. He has no time fer her, and ok she has her own fault too ( She knows this herself, I don't wanna say LOL. =X. ) Ok, and she was feeling confused and all.. Complicated, mixed feelings. Seriously, I can understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I stayed by her and chatted with her. Trying to cheer her up. She's a strong girl, that's wart I can say. Things will never be da way yoo expected it to be. I'm sure she didn't expect this 1 year relationship can end just like that. I hope she can really put this behind her, and start from scratch. Although she's back to square one, there are much more opportunities fer her out there! Plus, being single has it's own benefits too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Welcome to da singles' club officially, DIANA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh man.. I love my blog's song. Nb Ridaz - Notice me. Here's how da lyrics go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I wanna let yoo know I'll always love yoo baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I think about everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that we've been through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I pray that yoo will just open your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love yoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and I need yoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So please don't throw our love away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Since da day yoo and I snuck away to be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I knew from that night something special went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It must have been da first kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yoo told me that no one else in da world made yoo feel this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I felt da same way too, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing stays da same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry fer da tears, I'm sorry fer da pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yoo were da one that always made things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I promise yoo this though yoo got a friend fer life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe one day we can try it again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and maybe things can be a little different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So let's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kiss and say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cause I really can't stand da pain to seeing yoo cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've given yoo everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loved yoo endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoo don't even notice me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;All that is mine is yours that's wart I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Treat yoo with love and respect in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yoo want it, I gave yoo. Yoo need me, I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Now yoo treat me like I'm not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I loved yoo I need yoo, don't wanna let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If yoo want somebody else please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Can't take it no more, I feel like I'm dying inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Is this da price I pay fer handling yoo my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I'm not perfect but I truly cared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So if yoo wake up one morning and I'm not there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember I loved yoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And it will never be da same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gave yoo everything and yoo threw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've given yoo everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loved yoo endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoo don't even notice me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ahh, was going home yesterday night frm sentosa and CJ was at town. So we both met up and went cp to eat. Mingherng joined too. Ate at Jack's place, and wart I can say is - THEIR FOOD SUCK PLS. Oh my! I swear I'm not going there anymore. * BLEAK *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After eating we went BLISS, and drank a bit there. So we were talking about emo stuffs and I went sobbing away. HAHAHA. Ok lah, not so exaggerating. Just a few tears here and there. OH MAN. I don't BELIEVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And they did something damn BAD LAH. On da way home. FUCKERS. HAHAHA. Irritating lah! Don't let me go home please! Wart a GREAT DAD I have. Dad, see this? I'm not going out with yoo again! * STARES AND WALKS OFF * LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'll end here. I'm tired of typing and typing. HEHEHE. Laters pple. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; A friend love says : If yoo ever need anything, I'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113448693515751796?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113448693515751796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113448693515751796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113448693515751796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113448693515751796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-bawls-this-afternoon-id-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113384803472107199</id><published>2005-12-05T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:58:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;From Wency's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;**RULES OF GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 1. post weird/random stuffs about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 2. at the end of the quiz list the names of the 5 people who you want next to do this and leave a comment " you are tagged " in their blog and tell them to read your blog for rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 weird/random stuffs about me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;( 1 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I enjoy singing in the shower. ( Same as Wency! ) Ok, and I love to sing LOUDLY especially in da middle of da night, waking everyone UP! * Hysterical laughs *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;( 2 )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I LOVE to EAT, especially when I'm stressed over something, I'll go pigging out. I'll stuff myself with JUNKS, like snacks and chocolates. I seem to have an incessant hunger that can't be satisfied. That's why I'm balloonating. ( Is there such word? Oh, whatever. ) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;( 3 )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I always pretend that I'm acting with my friends. Like, in a drama or something. LOL. And I always do exaggerating stuffs while acting, and they called me the - Drama Queen. My " papa " is the one who always act along with me, and we always do weird stuffs. * LAUGHS *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;( 4 )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can be quite a retard at night. My reaction turns slow and I'll do things slowly. Not a lot people knows about this, HAHA. I can KEEP SECRETS, pls.&lt;br /&gt;* SCREAMS : I'M WEIRD *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;( 5 )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I secretly want him for christmas. =___(((&lt;br /&gt;* Plays Mariah carey - All I want for christmas is you. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Five people I want to see do this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Diana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Vivian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Marilyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Habsah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Qiuying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I've a few chalets and gatherings this two following weeks. Diana's one is coming! Aaahh.. After all these chalets and gatherings, I'll go get a bloody JOB. * sigh * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I seriously, frankly, honestly, HATE WORKING LIFE. I don't even do anything at home, SO HOW CAN I WORK OUTSIDE? Geez. Potential bum. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just got money from mom. YAY! Aaahh, I want that nike bag! And I haven't dye my hair, I still prefer jeanyip though. URGH!! I seriously have no time to do that, even if I have.. I'll be busy bumming around at home. * Cackles *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll get everything done by this week. I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;* GGGRRRR *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; will yoo just take a lil step, into my world ? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113384803472107199?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113384803472107199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113384803472107199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113384803472107199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113384803472107199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-from-wencys-blog-rules-of-game.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113362717394579774</id><published>2005-12-03T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T08:38:22.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Top 5 signs to show that yoo're BROKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;1) Yoo began to whine about how broke yoo are now, in msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2) Yoo got frustrated about why no shops are hiring yoo despite writing so much application forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;3) Yoo and your friends kept on telling each other that how broke everyone is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;4) Yoo kept on pestering your parents fer more allowance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Your wallet is getting thinner, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;* Cries my eyes out * I fit into those 5 signs please. Like, duh. Obviously. Cos I created those 5 myself, and it's like wart I'm going through now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I WANT MONEY, but can don't work? * hysterical laughs *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh well, I'm gonna rely on my mom this whole month. Decided to find a job after all da N levels pple are going back to school. Which meant.. I'll start working on JANUARY!! Hooray! I love my MOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But I'll probably still be a lazy bum and a couch potato and waste my holidays away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm not gonna work in da F&amp;B industry. NOOOOO! * screams hysterically * I'm only interested in retail. I wanted adidas so very baaaaaadly, butbutbut they only hire full timers. I wanted Nike too and they gave us false hopes right from da start. URGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We basically combed da whole of orchard. BUTBUTBUT, NONE CALLED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Freakin' peeved. Why don't they call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, on a happier note.. I CAUGHT - The exorcism of emily rose and CHICKENLITTLE. Ahh, wart else can I say? Both films were AWESOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I grimaced at da way how emily rose bends her back until it cracked, how she scratched da wall with her long fingernails, ate spiders and how she hollered at da priest while he was trying to chase away da 6 ghosts inside her. Like, whoa! 6?! Unbelievable yet amazing please. * shudders convulsively at that thought *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BUTBUTBUT!! Chickenlittle was CUTE and HILARIOUS. It's been so long ever since I watched such funny films. Da last time was.. I think Monster-in-law? Ahh. I love love LOVE chicken little! Don't go breaking MY HEART~~~ I really laughed out loud during da show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At " toys r us ", I saw those characters in chicken little!! I mean as in, soft toys lah. It's sooooo CUTE LAH. I'm soooo gonna buy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My back is aching again. It has stopped fer a period, but it has been acting up this week again. I wonder wart's wrong with me. My " papa " wanted me to see da doctor, but I refused to. I don't wish to hear something bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Helppppp me.. I'm so tired of this life. Sometimes I wonder, who exactly is da girl behind those smiles and laughters. Nobody have yet to see through this facade put up by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just remain like this, a girl whom everybody thinks is a happy go lucky one. Or should I just fly.. Fly faraway. Then slowly.. Slowly fade away... Feels all jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;; a labyrinth of emotions, intangible and unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113362717394579774?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113362717394579774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113362717394579774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113362717394579774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113362717394579774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/12/yanhui-top-5-signs-to-show-that-yoore.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113315678839169222</id><published>2005-11-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:03:05.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Alrighty alrighty aaaalrighty. I think I ate something wrong and I'm having diarrhea!! Geeez. Guess I'll let da pictures do da talking. Anyway, da pictures below were taken on da way to Mdm Sharifah's house and while at her house. It's a whole load of pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, call us da narcisist people! We took over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt; pictures in just 3 freakin' hours! Wow. Amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0005_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0006_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0006_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0008_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0008_2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0011_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0011_2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0010.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0017_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0017_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0024_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0024_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0021_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0021_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0029_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0029_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0044_2JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0044_2JPG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0048_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0048_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0031_2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0031_2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0040_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0040_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0055_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0055_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PICT0035_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PICT0035_3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;BY : YOURS TRULY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;so much more! But I'm freaking lazy to upload all of it here lah, taking such a mighty long time. I'm going town now! Laters pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113315678839169222?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113315678839169222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113315678839169222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113315678839169222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113315678839169222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/11/yanhui-alrighty-alrighty-aaaalrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113291100889605199</id><published>2005-11-25T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:32:14.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; my grandfather. He's super irritating lah. I went Jeanyip with sarah just now and when I reached home, I was stunned when I saw my " new " room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He sort of revamped my room and packed all da unwanted textbooks aside. BUT BUT BUT!!! He fucking moved my jigsaw puzzle which I did it for months due to my busy schedule!! And one of da puzzle decided to play hide-and-seek and went MISSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was fucking peeved with him lah! So I insisted him on finding my missing jigsaw and he's still searching high and low fer it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And he went : " How will I know where did I place it? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : " Who ask yoo so KAYPOH lah. Touch my stuffs without permission! Now it's gone and I want yoo to find it back today, by hook or by crook! " *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably stucked in one of those horrible books. Maybe in between those annoying worksheets. Perhaps thrown into da DUSTBIN and mixed with those SMELLY SHIT. FUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This jigsaw puzzle meant a lot to me please. And I really meant A LOT. This was supposed to be a present fer him. But I guess I'll never have da chance to give anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And he'll remain as da missing piece of my beautifully fixed puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay pple, I'm officially BROKE now. Please don't ask me out to shop!! Tmr we're still going to Mdm sharifah's house. And I haven't been looking fer a damn job. Wasn't able to get my bloody arse off da chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HOW!! TELL ME HOWWWWWWWW!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If only money could drop from da sky, right in my room and land on my bed. If only I could find myself waking up next day beside a stack of notes that's flooding my bed. Yeah.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;DREAM ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Right, back to searching. IT CONCERNS MY MISSING PUZZLE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;OOOOH. I want to go EXPO. There's this adidas and nike sale there but I wonder is it nice. Oh well. I want to shop shop shop. But once again.. I forgot, I'm broke till da next month. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113291100889605199?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113291100889605199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113291100889605199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113291100889605199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113291100889605199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/11/yanhui-ggggggrrrrrrrrrrr-i-hate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113240913211354309</id><published>2005-11-19T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T04:01:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAAAAAAAAAYYYY!! CHEERS!! Horrible O levels are coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be over.. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History paper was a killer! I left da Structured Essay Questions totally BLANK. My mind went blank when I saw da questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mugged so hard, and none of wart I had studied for came out. Rips hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.O.A. paper was a killer too. Multiple choice was a breeze but paper two sucked like hell. I don't even understand wart was da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; first question they were asking me to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wish I could just faint and die there on da spot. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last emo post, I promised my " papa " already. So, go ahead.. Read and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After that day, I finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; know.. I actually had so much tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how to smile and laugh happily but weep silently inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know da feeling of heart-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Now I understand wart does breaking-down means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how is da feeling of being vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;iliar faces around me. But somehow, his face was unfamilar to me. It was different. A few were suppressing their tears, da others looked sad. I still remember vividly da touch of their friendly hands helping me up, encouraging me. I saw this gleam of hope in their eyes, I know they are always beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Now I know wart is - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;real friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanks fer being there when I was at my lowest peak.. Yoo guys know who yoo are - sharlene, serena, chongjie, diana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love happens because of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;at " spark ", as it can be ignited in that split second, but also can be blown off, and cease to exist. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that, da truth is alw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ays scary and terrible, plus it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da game of love, everybody played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; beneath da mask, reveal da real me. do me a favour.. unveil me. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/5zgl6f.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/5zgl6f.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113240913211354309?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113240913211354309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113240913211354309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113240913211354309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113240913211354309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/11/yanhui-hooraaaaaaaaayyyy-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113136424408205025</id><published>2005-11-07T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:52:55.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Five more days to.. SWEET 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YAY! Like, finally? Geez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hokay. Soooo, it is da start of our O levels today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think I probably flunk social studies. But not to da extent of flunking badly lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I didn't finish it on time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate mathematics. It's killing all my brain cells. I swear I slogged throughout this whole week doing my maths ten year series ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's driving me NUTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's getting harder everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And yoo still do take my breath away, after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PICTURES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/diana%20and%20yan%20hui2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/diana%20and%20yan%20hui2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/sarahandyanhui2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/sarahandyanhui2_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/sarahandyanhui1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/sarahandyanhui1_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TEEVEE TIME!! LATERS pple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; when it's for real, it's forever. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113136424408205025?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113136424408205025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113136424408205025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113136424408205025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113136424408205025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/11/yanhui-five-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113076814027605768</id><published>2005-10-31T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:15:41.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hey people. It's gonna be a long week ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wish me luck please. It's just a few more days to da O levels. It's gonna be MUGGING, MUGGING AND MORE MUGGING COMING MY WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And my birthday is COMING. YES IT'S COMING!! 12 more freaking days. And I'm gonna be officially 17, alright it's just 17 I KNOW. Still aint da eligible age to do everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But WHO CARES!? At least I'm not stuck at " sweet 16 " when everybody else is like 17? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Experiencing this sharp pain in my stomach, where my gastric is. This excruciating pain is going on for quite sometime. It hurts so much sometimes I even winced and bend down trying to stop da pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Having this migraine that hurts so much I feel like banging da wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I wonder what's wrong with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm still waiting fer da pictures on chongjie's birthday.. How long am I gonna wait. ZZ. Forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;; Days go by, and I'm still stuck here.. I can't seem to let go. WHY?! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113076814027605768?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113076814027605768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113076814027605768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113076814027605768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113076814027605768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113056158921070974</id><published>2005-10-29T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T05:44:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ALRIGHTY!&lt;/span&gt;! I'm here to update on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CHONGJIE'S birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt; yesterday night! Den it will be a whole load of pictu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;res. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I almost overslept, like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ain? L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cky they ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pt on bombing my handphone and my house phone. If not I don't know how " early " i'm gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; be please! So.. Me, sarah, edwin, shuntian, mingherng and da birthday boy - chongjie met up.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;VEGETARIAN FOOD PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; Cos chongjie is a vegetarian ( sounds unbelievable eh. ) and we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to accomodate since it was his birthday lah. No choice but to oblige. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to some restaurant betw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;een chinatown and outram park and mind yoo, it was da first time I actually stepped i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nto a vegetarian restaurant. But it's ok, everybody will have their first time anyway. LOL. It was da first ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me I reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y ate vegetarian food for da whole meal please!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think they served us like 6 dishes and 1 soup and some tasted weird, I must say. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;da soup was yummylicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; rice was no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;t bad too!&lt;/span&gt; But there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;asparagus thingy, TASTED WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt; Yuck! And there was this dish, I can't remember da name, tasted just like PORK. I wonder is it really artificial meat or REAL ONE?! Den chongjie will be dead. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OL. Anyway, we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN BLOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chongjie was phyco-ing us to convert vegetarians with him PLEASE. Omg, I'm so not gonna do that! SORRY AH. =P.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Headed to k-ster after th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;at. Chon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ie star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ted da ball rolling and sang his trademark song. Hahaha. About 10 plus, we realised t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;GASP* WE HAVE NO CAKE!!&lt;/span&gt; So me and mingherng hurried down to k-box downstair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s and bought da cake there. Mingherng den dragged chongjie to da toilet and I went to da room a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nd prepare. When the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y came back from da toilet, we played a happy birthday song a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nd sang along. He was damn surprised when he saw da cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wide-eyed and opened-mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; he did something unbeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;vable, I'm not gonn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a say it here!!&lt;/span&gt; If not he will smack me AH! LOL. So we took pictures and continue si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nging till around midnight.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It was fun nevertheless. Glad that he enjoyed himself and KAI XING JI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U HAO!! Hope yoo don't let wart others said a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ffect yoo a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lrigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t? S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MILE always and be that " KAOPEH " SIM CHONG JIE I KNOW ok!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PICTURES TIMEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; Some pictures were taken last week, during serena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'s birthday, and other random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; pictures. Yesterda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y's pictures of da birthday cake and us haven't been uploaded y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;et. Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ll po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;st them da next entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/outside%20kopitiam%20at%20cp.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/outside%20kopitiam%20at%20cp.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/YH%20PRIS%20MRT.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/YH%20PRIS%20MRT.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PRIS%20YH%20SARAH%20PUB1_2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PRIS%20YH%20SARAH%20PUB1_2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/sarah%20yh%20eating_3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/sarah%20yh%20eating_3.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/yh%20diana%20pizzahut2_2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/yh%20diana%20pizzahut2_2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/PRIS%20CJ%20MRT.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/PRIS%20CJ%20MRT.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/SARAH%20CJ%20PUB1_4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/SARAH%20CJ%20PUB1_4.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/YH%20CJ%20MRT2_4.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/YH%20CJ%20MRT2_4.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Rrrrright! There's much more pictures but I'm freaking lazy to upload all of it here! Just gonna post a few nicer ones here. Anyway, pictures of chongjie's bdae cake and us will be up on da next post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm tired! Laters pple! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-113056158921070974?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113056158921070974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113056158921070974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113056158921070974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113056158921070974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-alrighty-im-here-to-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-113040106918892038</id><published>2005-10-27T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:35:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHONGJIE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Alrighty! This will be a special post for da BIRTHDAY BOY - SIM CHONG JIE today!! Finally he turns 17 YAY!! I'm gonna be 17 soon too ok! So don't be too smug about it eh. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Let's turn back time and reminisce about da past and how did I get to know this guy here. I knew him like when we were in secondary 2? I dropped to normal academic and that was when I started talking to him and mingherng on MIRC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He looked ah beng-ish and da way he behaved was ah beng-ish too. Didn't really talk to him then. Wasn't really that close too. Perhaps he looked just like a typical ah beng that we see on da street that time. I remembered, da 4 of us hated da 4 of them to da core. We detested da sight of them and we were always squabbling over trivial stuffs. I will never forget da chinese compo we did PLEASE! It was damn hilarious can. I ain't gonna say much about it, it was damn childish. LOL. -winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kinda drifted apart during our secondary 3 and 4 life. We were streamed into different class and I didn't care about their whole bunch so much too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It was during secondary 5, which is this year lah. Although we are still in different classes, but we suddenly became close friends. Maybe its cos of legend, I started to mix around with them and realised that me and chongjie can click well. Perhaps da both of us are just too chatty, so we could talk for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He is a great listener! I feel at ease confiding in him. I told him my secrets cos he's a trusty guy. He never fail to cheer me up or cheer any of our friends up when we were down with his lame jokes and all. He's a real humorous guy and he's actually damn soft inside! Couldn't believe that he actually will get emotional after listenings to sappy sad songs that I send him. SORRY AH! =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm grateful to him cos I was kinda emo cos of something and chongjie tried his best to cheer me up at k-ster by singing horribly and made me laugh. Plus he always help me do this and that BUT HE OWE ME ONE LAH. But, thanks a million anyway! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He may look strong outside, but he is actually very vulnerable inside! LOL. He always claimed that he isn't afraid of ghost or wartever horror movie, but he's damn frightened one ok! =D. Okay lah, shan't expose his bad points out here. Anyway, he still cannot put down ONE GIRL. So loyah ah. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Last but not least, still wanna wish yoo a happy 17th birthday! Hope all your wishes come true and I know your biggest wish is to pass your O lvl well with flying colours ah! I know yoo can do it! JIA YOU! Be more mature le please, childish guy. HAHA. Kidding. Read finish le don't cry ok. I won't lend yoo my shoulder de ok, I don't wanna it to be wet with your tears! HAHA. I know tears are welling up your eyes now eh. Just admit it! =D. Yoo are a great friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shall update more on his birthday celebration tmr. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;O level is approaching. I could feel da tension now. I'm getting tensed up too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Temper getting bad nowadays. This is BAD! Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's different going to school now. Seriously. It's different. Cos things aint da same anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And yoo are very much missed by me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know something i really shouldn't know.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog tmr. TATA everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;; everything i am and everything in me, wants to be da one, yoo wanted me to be. *&lt;/span&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/13084267-113040106918892038?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/113040106918892038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=113040106918892038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113040106918892038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/113040106918892038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-happy-birthday-to-yoo-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112996632634866840</id><published>2005-10-22T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:28:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST SIS SERENA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WEEHOO. Celebrated serena's birthday yesterday with her. Went to her pub where she works at yesterday night. Had a damn hard time looking for her pub. Da stupid cab uncle actually drove wrongly and we alighted unknowingly at da wrong place and we had to flag fer a cab again. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Quite a lot of her pub customers went down and supported her. Me, sarah, priscilla, shuntian, chongjie, mingherng and some of shuntian's friends went down too. Didn't get her anything. Was too rushed. So just bought her a choco cake from four leaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We were so rushed bcos of that damn CJ lor. Slacked around at his house first before leaving for serena's birthday bash. I was kinda bad leh, I kept on asking him to get this and that fer me. He poured me milk for my corn flakes, gave me chocos, pringles, looked up and down fer his piano's key and gave up eventually when he called his mum and asked for da key and his mum didn't know where was da key at, lend me comb, hairdryer, tissues and even carried my bag. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CJ : " I think I really owed her last time lor. I dunno why i stupid stupid will help her do things leh. Hahaha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SORRY LAH CHONGJIE. I think yoo really owed me during your past life. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So, da birthday girl was pretty yesterday. Serious. She permed her hair and make her looks mature. So we ordered vodka first while waiting fer da others to come. Sang a few songs while waiting. I was kinda scared, cos there were so many of them listening! It was public, there's no private rooms there. I can't rmb who told me that some of them were singing along with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;They ordered martell after that. Played some stupid game - 007 and zz I'm always da one that must drink cos I'm either too slow or ain't paying attention. Irritating! Don't know which idiot added so much martell and so little coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got a lil high after drinking so much. So I pulled serena to da toilet and washed my face. My rashes then started coming out. Oh, I'm allergic to hard liquor anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Birthday girl was dead drunk. She drank 28 tequilla shots. A fucking 28 okay. That's like too over lor. So she was rambling away at our table about how much she drank and that moron shuntian still gave her somemore to drink. I practically dragged her out cos she's gonna puke. Man, she stepped on my feet. OUCH! LOL. Her hand was smeared with her vomit and she accidentally brushed her right hand over my face while she was talking to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Poor thing. But wart I really love about her was when she was dead drunk, and her boyfriend came to fetch her home, she passed $120 to her colleague and said : " Must pass to yanhui! Remember must pass to her! " Oh man. I was so touched please. She still remembered us though she was like so tipsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Damn. We played true or dare, we had to pick those folded papers and I fuckingly chose - Hug a guy and kiss him. WTF. Of cos I'm so not gonna do that! So, they said I can find a girl and french kiss her. Pris was da one of cos. We literally french kissed in front of so many of them! Wth. Embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Went off at about 2+ as da pub is closing soon. So cabbed down to rivervale plaza. On da journey there, I was damn drained. Having a migraine and tried so hard to sleep on da cab but da road was so bumpy and how I wish he was there so I can have a shoulder to lie on. But.. Nvm. So we ate at Macdonalds. Slacked there till 5+ and cabbed home. This damn bagala was sorting out da newspapers at my house downstairs and I gasped when he suddenly turned and smiled at me. Damn. I WAS DARN SCARED. No choice lah so I put up a I'm-not-scared-and-yoo-can't-scare-me face, and scurried off to da lift as fast as I can. LOL. Timid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, took a lot pictures yesterday especially with chongjie and serena. Waiting fer serena to send me. LOL. Whoa, sucha long post. I'm tired and itching. My rashes are here again! Sigh.. Shouldn't have drink so much, but it was my best sis's birthday, of cos must give face lah! Hhahaa. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed myself to da fullest yesterday. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and..                            HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, HABSAH!! =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; I can see yoo clearly, vividly emblazoned in my mind. wish that yoo know yoo are very much missed by me. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&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/13084267-112996632634866840?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112996632634866840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112996632634866840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112996632634866840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112996632634866840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-happy-17th-birthday-to-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112943551653024142</id><published>2005-10-16T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:16:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home late again yesterday. It's like a weekly routine that's going on fer a long time, huh. Going out and coming home late every saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wanna watch - skeleton key and the wig leh! But.. I don't think I dare. It's scary. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yeah, someone told me a lame joke yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Qn : " What do yoo get from a cow that's shaking? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MILKSHAKE!! ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahhh. Maybe going out to study with them later on. I'm gonna study POA AGAIN. I better get at least a B3 or 4 for my poa, if not.. I will kill myself. (: LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Although they let me get down da cab before them cos they know I'm afraid of being alone inside da cab with da uncle, I still feel a lil weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't like da feeling when I have to get down da cab and walked home alone. Especially when it's like 2-3am every weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's too silent.. There's no this sense of security I used to have. That sense of security that I know I will reach home safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Argh. This awful feeling once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;SORRY!! Emo emo post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In love with a song by zhang zhi chen - hen xiang ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wo hen xiang ni... Ni ting jian le ma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Heard this from a friend. " We can never have da best of both world. " I guess life is like that. We tend to lose some and gain some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lost a wonderful relationship, but suddenly I  gained close friendship with some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanks for being there, my friends. (: Yoo guys know who yoo are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112943551653024142?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112943551653024142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112943551653024142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112943551653024142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112943551653024142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-came-home-late-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112912950610062677</id><published>2005-10-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:12:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Who was there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When all her hopes fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Held her up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When she lost the will to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sees through her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Even when she was fooling everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Stood by her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When she needed support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Made her laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When her day was gloomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Brought her joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When she was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Gave her faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When she felt that she had lost it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Was her strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When she was all vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Made her world a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Let her believe in herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When nobody can help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If only he knows how much he actually meant to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If only he knows he's missed by her.&lt;br /&gt;If only... =_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Another day just flew away. It's been like.. 2 weeks since that? Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;O levels are approaching. I can seriously feel the tension now. That's why I'm starting to mug mug mug now. A lil too late? No! Better late than never. Does it applies here? Geez. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Someone did something that pissed me off today. I was like, totally peeved with that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't you ever think before speaking? Can't you put yourself into someone's shoe and think about it. Like, duh. I don't think you ever will. Cos you already did this over and over again, for umpteen times. Though not always to me, but towards a lot other people too. I'm just one of the unlucky target today. Doesn't mean I didn't flare up earlier on, I will never flare up after that. I have my own limits. Don't you have your own? Don't step all over me. I will retaliate. You went over my boundary today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And I'm serious here. You went overboard today. For the first time and second time, I can bear with it. Not for the third or fourth time. I don't have such nice temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;For the last time.. I'm not miss goody-two-shoes. And, apologising doesn't help for something that you'd done. THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK. You better do, if not.. You're gonna offend everybody and then start regretting for what dumb things you'd done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Wouldn't it be wonderful, to wake up one day.. And experience pure bliss that goes on forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&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/13084267-112912950610062677?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112912950610062677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112912950610062677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112912950610062677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112912950610062677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112894847683146189</id><published>2005-10-10T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T05:50:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Waaahhh!! Soooooo damn dead beat please. I swear I was feeling so heavy-eyed just now and I could flop down on my bed and die there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If this gonna carry on for one whole freakin' month.. I will die. Really is draining my energy lah, staying back till 3.30. Provided that if I skip science. If not it will be 5.30 PLEASE. Geez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The weariness is getting into me again. Sleepy-head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate maths. It's like, squeezing all my brain cells out. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tell me.. How do I understand that enigmatic mind of yours.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Gonna go off and watch that show hosted by da superstars. LATERS~! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Burdens are lighter when carried by two, and I just want you to know.. I'm always here for you. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112894847683146189?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112894847683146189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112894847683146189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112894847683146189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112894847683146189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-waaahhh-soooooo-damn-dead-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112875617978107861</id><published>2005-10-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:32:33.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Geez, I can't think of any opening to start this. Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Da principal had a boring talk with us during lesson time and guess what?! We're gonna stay back after school every single day from 1.30 to 3.30 or 5.30!! Here goes my afternoon nap. *POOF* Its okay! One more freakin' month and everything will be over in a split second! No more troubles, no more stress, no more homework, no more annoying school rules to follow and da best - no more waking up early!! Kiss goodbye to our school uniform, irritating examinations and SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE!! Yea, one more freakin' month plus. *Anticipating*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Argh. Can't believe it huh. I only start panicking a month before da dreadful major exams begin. I'm wondering, what da heck I'm actually doing fer da whole bloody nine months? Slacking, slacking and more slacking, and not forgetting building sandcastles in da air. Geez. I'm gonna finish da whole book of P.O.A ten year series! I wanna master P.O.A and get at least a B3!! Hope my laziness won't get da better out of me, eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So.. After da principal's talk, me and sarah told da teacher we were hungry and she allowed us to go and have our break. After that, we saw mingherng strolling to da canteen slowly and he joined us for our lunch. And guess what. We can really click too! LOL. We rambled away, entertaining ourselves with lame jokes and a lot I can't even remember. HAHA. And he showed us his magic. Like, again. Geez. We actually sat down there, and talked from 12 to 4! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Four straight hours! Believe it or not?! Went to compass point with them to find that sickly chongjie aftermath. So, me and mingherng confused chongjie by repeating da same old thing of what happened in school over and over again. Den we pushed da blame to sarah. Actually, it was mingherng who physo-ed da both of us from going P.O.A leh! And I missed out my precious lesson. Geez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I can't sleep after I reached home yesterday. ): Again. So, I went online and blah blah blah away. I was dead tired. Needa recharge my batteries. BUTBUTBUT!!! Da hardworking me didn't get tempted by my bed and I decided to DO MY POA. Like, unbelievable?! Better believe it ok! HAHA. Anyway, jason teo sms-ed me and motivated me lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Jasonteo: " We must hold hands and go POLY together ok. I last min den jue wu.  Must start studying le, you too ok? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wow. Fascinating. He already started studying, how can I not? So, I reluctantly climbed out of bed.. And reached forward for my POA ten year series and ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I found myself SLEEPING when I woke up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Damn. BUTBUTBUT!! I finished like 3 bank reconcilations and 2 trading profit and loss!! YAY! I'm proud of myself leh! *pat myself on my back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Stupid teacher. He complained to my dad about my attitude and my science results on thurday. My dad doesn't care too. Wasting time only. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Him : " Your daughter is really rude to me just now you know. It's not only me that find her rude. Her attitude towards other teachers are also da same. Results also so bad. She got last in science. You must really have a talk with her ok, Mr Tan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And da most unlucky thing happened. I went home and found both of da lifts were UNDER REPAIR. But, there's no bloody repairman there. So, I phoned da lift service number and hurried them to come over and have a damn look at da lifts. But, it's taking them so darn long to come over. Feeling so exasperated, I called serena and jio-ed her out to compass point swensen to have our lunch. I was damn famished by da time I reached there. And I stuffed myself with their baked rice, ice cream and ice cream cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't care if I'm gonna get fat now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nobody is gonna care. Not even him, even if my weight is gonna shoot up to 55kg. ( My fattest period was when I was 52kg, and my face swelled like a balloon. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shall blog tmr. Gonna go out with chongjie mingherng sarah edwin and gang later. I need to unwind! I dowan to keep on tumbling down and down. Spinning and spinning around. Sigh.. LATERS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; We're too far apart for me to bridge da distance now. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112875617978107861?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112875617978107861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112875617978107861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112875617978107861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112875617978107861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-geez-i-cant-think-of-any.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112849444400204136</id><published>2005-10-05T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T05:42:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HOKAY.. I'm back! I'll try to blog happy things now instead of those sappy emo emo stuffs! I don't wanna be an emotional wreck! DANG* WAKE UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways, prelims had just ended WEEHOO!! And as expected, I flunked it badly lah. A big big big flop. GEEZ. OKAY!! I promise I will mug mug mug throughout this whole month!! Bury my head into da books, and SLEEP with them! Yeah, right. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'M VERY HAPPY TODAY.. Cos SIM CHONG JIE, GOH LEE HENG AND SARAH KEANG ate with me after school. Ok, I'm exaggerating I know. I have to exaggerate to bring out that happiness in me. HAHA. -WINKS* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We were like yakking away. Ok, most of da time it was ME lah I admit. =P. And we played some game that I don't wish to elaborate much on it. LOL. -WINKS* And that leeheng was like so confused by it and he know nuts about it. HAHA. So, he kept on losing and was in fact.. Happy when he lose. Cos he got to eat all those fries and he is like forever hungry. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Me and sarah got very pissed off by da 3 girls. HOR?! We kena put aeroplane leh! We were waiting for them and they dragged and dragged, den ended up they said : " Sorry! We're not going!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;DARN. Freaking peeved with them. So we bumped into leeheng and chongjie at da bus stop and leeheng was steady lah, say on means on. NOT like that chongjie, at there act only. HAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So I was telling leeheng that this william su yong kang guy look damn much like him. AND IS DAMN DAMN MUCH. I don't know but I wish leeheng has his vocals too. Just a wish. HAHA. So, leeheng took 86 with me and I just realised that I click quite well with him. Hmmm. Quite a lot of things to talk to. HAHA, or maybe I'm just talkative or chatty like what chongjie said? =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Back aching again. I'm real clumsy lah. Did I mention how I fell? Was jumping around da stones and slipped on this fucking BIG stone and I went POM and POMMMM again. Landed on my arse and I guess my back slightly hit da stone, that's why my back is like so aching now. Hope I didn't hurt my spine. If not, DIE AH. Okay, stop saying I'm clumsy. I KNOW. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ME : " Hey, LOOK! Red car plate! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-Smacks him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*5 mins later* Another car with a red car plate. We glanced at each other, trying to see whether the other party was paying attention or not, and.. SMACK again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Both of us : " HAHHAHA PAIN LAH! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I smiled to myself when I thought of this.. (: Ahhh, memories.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I feel slightly liberated now.. Slightly. Perhaps, it's better to remain like this? At least I feel slightly better than a week before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; If I can have a wish now, I wish you'd be my boo. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112849444400204136?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112849444400204136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112849444400204136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112849444400204136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112849444400204136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-hokay.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112823736469117341</id><published>2005-10-02T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T05:47:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;CAUTION : SUPER EMO POST, PLS DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT IT TO AFFECT YOUR FEELINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess everything is starting to go downwards for me. A turning point in my life, perhaps. Family problems, school problems, relationship problems, my own problems.. Starting to pile up on me one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is threatening to suspend me if I'm gonna be late again. And if I'm gonna be late again, it makes it 10 times in this semester. And I'm always absenting myself from school without any valid reason, and they claimed that I'm feigning sick. HELLO?! I'm really sick can. So the school kept on calling my parents and telling them that I can prepare to find another school if this goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, duh! One more freaking month to my O levels and they want me to find another school? I seriously doubt it lah. But they kept on calling my parents and annoying them. In turn, my parents kept on annoying me and hollering at me about this damn suspension thingy, which might not even happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad : " Why not just quit school and go ITE lah. Waste time for what? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : " Shut up can. Irritating lah you, why go and believe what the school staff says? They can't fucking suspend me as they wish, O lvls are coming lah, DUH! " - rolled eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum : " See? Look at how she's treating us, with no respect at all? We spoiled her too much lah! " - looking at my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum : " Hey look, this is OUR house! We have the right to chase you out if you continue to be like this alright. Don't blame me if we turn nasty. If you wanna leave now, we won't bother ok. Just get out if you want to. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get out of the house if I'm rich and can survive on my own outside. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing tons and tons of troubles now.. Feeling so suffocated and lost. I really hope that he will be there for me, leading me out of this, and stand by me. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emtpy and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge of breaking down soon. Serious. Why do I have to go through so much obstacles all by myself now? I can't see who is in front of me protecting me now. Where are you when I need you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone. By myself. =_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of pretending I'm happy. I'm tired of this facade. I'm sick of trying so hard to be the old yanhui back. I'm really not happy. I don't wanna pretend to be strong anymore. Vulnerable eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys if you feel emo yourself after reading this. My life is like totally ruined now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*Fidget in seat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, met up with chongjie, mingherng, shuntian, edwin, sarah and sharlene ystd night. We went to hougang plaza and played pool. Geez, actually we were supposed to SING and some moron broke his promise, and he should know who he is lah, huh. HOR, chongjie? -winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nevermind. Anyway, he showed me his phone and I.. Feel so sad lah. Hee. I kept on bugging him to show me cos he promised me in msn that he will let me see. So he kept on asking for my opinions and I just went : " HAIS... Poor thing. " LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So we settle ourselves down at the kopitiam below hougang plaza and talked cok there. Rattled continuously there and I breathed in so much second hand smoke I think I will faint. I was sitting  in between mingherng and shuntian and BOTH OF THEM WERE SMOKING AT DA SAME FREAKING TIME. Geeez. I even had to resort to snatching away da cigg when shuntian wanted to smoke like da 3rd time within an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Slacked there till 2 plus and we went home aftermath. While walking along da way to flag a cab, they were saying that da way I talked sounds like him. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Such a long post.. Shall stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;IMU* Siggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Te amare para siempre. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112823736469117341?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112823736469117341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112823736469117341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112823736469117341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112823736469117341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/10/yanhui-caution-super-emo-post-pls-do.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112763342007889476</id><published>2005-09-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:36:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-YANHUI):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who tugged at your skirt when you dropped me off at the kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who spilled food all over when I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who cried during the first day of primary school and refusing to let go of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who splashed paint all over the wall while doing some stupid art folio and leaving you to clean up my room by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who got into shitloads of trouble during secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who always returns home late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the daughter who screamed at you for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the daughter who picked on whatever you cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the unfilial daughter who failed to meet your expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who always skipped remedials with you during primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who mocked at you when you scored lower than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who teased you along with others about your new hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who thought we were cool by smoking when we were in secondary two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who forced you to go shopping with me while you were mugging your head off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who called you a bitch and talked bad about you behind your back when you lied to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who always flared up when somebody offended me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am the friend who physco-ed you to stay late outside and don't go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the friend who has never been  tactful and hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who showed you attitude when I was moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who doesn't cares about you as much as you care about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who doesn't understands you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who quarrelled with you over trivial matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who treated my friends better than how i treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who wanted to change my temper for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who apologised for something wrong I did but I still did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who cried like an idiot when I realised that I'd hurt you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who always made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who spend sleepless nights walking down the memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend whom life has been brightened up when you stepped into my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend whom feels loved by you when you always understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend who wants to be with you forever because you are my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am the lousy girlfriend.. Who wants to say : " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you, darling.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And I am the lousy girlfriend who hopes you will love me back as much too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-YANHUI):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112763342007889476?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112763342007889476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112763342007889476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112763342007889476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112763342007889476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-i-am-daughter-who-tugged-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112745911376339131</id><published>2005-09-23T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:05:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need a shoulder to lean on.. I can't take this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Splitting headache. My head is gonna explode soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everything is just not going my way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm very worn out. Totally drained. I always force myself to put on a cheerful front when I go to school. Only to find myself exhausted and beaten at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm very tired of pretending. I'm not happy. And nobody sees thru my facade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Examinations adding on pressure to me , squeezing all my energy out.. Slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope I will die soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Guess he's having a tough time handling the stress too, all those endless exams.. Maybe, I should leave him alone first and not adding on anymore pressure to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'll be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'll be back to our cheerful self soon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll brace myself up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; I need your shoulder to lean on. And I'll lend you mine's too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yanhui):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112745911376339131?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112745911376339131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112745911376339131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112745911376339131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112745911376339131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-i-need-shoulder-to-lean-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112731439610945107</id><published>2005-09-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T07:58:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seems like donkey years I'd last blogged a decent post. Was mugging and mugging and mugging this whole afternoon for tmr's Biology paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After staring at the damn Biology textbook, my eyelids started to feel heavy and decided to play tug-of-war with me. I was struggling hard to pull my eyes open, and they were struggling as hard to shut it close. I swear, I got so beat and I could just flop down anywhere and fall asleep there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The weariness is getting into me now, as I'm trying to blog something. Geez, sleepy-head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need stimulation.. I'm currently experiencing blockage of my mind. Serious blockage okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;" When will it be over? " She was questioning herself this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;" When will this long road be over? When will all this examination ever end? When will awful feeling go away? " She asked again, staring at the screen in front of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She can't find any way to describe how she feels now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; BLUES,&lt;/span&gt; GO AWAY. Very upset and moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She wish this feeling would just go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She feels like crying again.&lt;br /&gt;Although, she knows crying doesn't help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But she've no mood to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Take her away.. Away from this reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She can't handle this herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Confusion and bewilderment surrounding her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She feels like she's alone, she's very neglected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;( Celine dion's song - All by myself - comes in now. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All by myself~~ Don't wanna be~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All by myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just.. Take her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Suddenly developed a current fetish on blogging by a third person's view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sigh.. Emo emo emo emo emo throughout.  Sure breakdown. Sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Where are you dear?? She misses him... Loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; I'm not blind. I'm not stupid. I'm just.. In love~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&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/13084267-112731439610945107?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112731439610945107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112731439610945107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112731439610945107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112731439610945107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-seems-like-donkey-years-id-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112714516297097631</id><published>2005-09-19T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:52:44.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.B.O.R.I.N.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life is pretty dull. But, its so NOT DULL with him and my wonderful friends around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Come everybody, go : " AAAAWW, so sweet of you! " -grinning ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know what to blog anymore. Squeezing my brains out to blog SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, here goes. Take in a deeeeeep breath, and hold it. Yes! Hold it, yeah! You're doing it right man!! Hold it for.. 10 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AND HERE IT IS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.S.O.M.E.T.H.I.N.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Geddit? I'm real bored. SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; With you by my side, nothing else matters anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112714516297097631?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112714516297097631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112714516297097631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112714516297097631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112714516297097631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112684208352207986</id><published>2005-09-16T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:50:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WEEHOO!! IT'S FINE NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to sohni and habsah!! You girls know why, ayes? -winks* LUCKY CHARMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DIANA!!! - run around giving everybody a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in need, is a friend indeed. Best friends forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; The course of true love never did run smoothly. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112684208352207986?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112684208352207986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112684208352207986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112684208352207986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112684208352207986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-weehoo-its-fine-now-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112662298369761504</id><published>2005-09-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:51:03.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope I'm not thinking too much. I hope my worst nightmare won't come true. Tell me, tell me in my face.. It will never ever come true. I hate myself being paranoid. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Feeling so miserable now. Wonder who truly understand what I'm going thru now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't wanna let history repeats itself anymore. No please... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Argh! Why must I always get so emotional during this time. I have my history paper tmr, yet I've no mood to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emotional-wreck, get a hold on yourself lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; I still love you as much.. I hope you do too. Stay with me throughout.. Will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112662298369761504?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112662298369761504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112662298369761504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112662298369761504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112662298369761504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-i-hope-im-not-thinking-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112592154591739660</id><published>2005-09-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T05:07:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/happy%20birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/happy%20birthday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANNA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/OUR%20NAMES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/OUR%20NAMES.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JEREMY.K AND YANHUI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Both of this is sooo nice right? LOL! Stumbled upon this website. Can't remember how I did it. But I thought it was some stupid thing. But, VOILA!! It was so nice!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's our one week holidays now. Damn. It cannot even be called " holidays " can. Like, duh! We still hafta go back to school every single day of our pathetic one short week hols. And, is like from 8am to 1pm can! Start so early somemore. Can't even let us have some decent sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What on earth is happening to every teacher in our school? Even da principal is a lil cranky. With all that stupid rules and stuffs he had came up with. And why can't da teachers protest? Just cook up something stupid lah! But, I guess da principal probably showed some irritated look and a im-gonna-sack-you-if-you-say-this-again face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've came up with something lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Teacher A : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" I hafta accompany my wife and kids this whole week! And I don't wanna neglect them! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Principal : &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" Don't bug me with this! I have my family to tend too! "&lt;/span&gt; -Getting irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Teacher B : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" My children have been bugging me to bring them on a holiday to disneyland! I can't come back fer da students.. Although I badly want to. "&lt;/span&gt; -Rolled eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Principal : &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" Aaww! C'mon! Don't act lah, PLS! No matter what, you still hafta come back and give da students extra lessons. As for your disneyland, go get some disney movies fer your kids. It will do da job! Now, BUGGER OFF! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okie.. Let's see da students' situation now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Student A : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" Urhh, hello! OEI, LEMME RELAX ONE WEEK LAH. I DON'T WANT COME BACK SEE THOSE BLARDY HOMEWORK LEH! " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Shaking leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Principal : &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" OEI, DAMMIT LAH! I demand respect, you moron! YOU'RE SUSPENDED! Forever! Not for one week only! BUGGER OFF, idiot!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Student B :&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; " Good morning, principal! Urhmm, do you mind if I don't come back to school for extra lessons? I think I'm very clever already. Don't need these extra lessons. " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Arrogant look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Principal : &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" You think you are very clever? Get all As for me in your O lvls then. I will wait to see your results! Meantime, I WANT TO SEE YOUR PARENTS! Now, STOP BUGGING ME AND GO FOR CLASSES FOR THIS WHOLE WEEK! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ROFL. So funny can. I'm laughing while blogging out this. I think I'm going insane any moment. Like what my darling said, " You ah! Only think of this type of wu wei bo wei de things can. " HAHA! Very bo liao lah I know. Thanks ah! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just now met up with my darling. He said I changed.. He said I'm BIAN TAI CAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meanie him : " 2 days never see only. Become so bian tai liao. That 'toad' influence you isit. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL!! NO, PLS! SHEEEEEEESH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh yeah ah. My darling just injured his leg, or rather, his left feet lah. Kinda swollen and red. Ouch! And he's feeling so lazy, don't even want to go and see a damn sinseh and get his poor feet healed. Piggy, faster go see doctor lah please. If not hor, it will get worse can? Go lah! Rest well and don't walk sooo much le okie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm missing you already.. Do you? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Love is that condition in which, da happiness of another person, is essential to your own. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112592154591739660?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112592154591739660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112592154591739660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112592154591739660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112592154591739660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhuihappy-birthday-joanna-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112572368449187866</id><published>2005-09-03T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:29:50.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I'm starting to get a lil cranky nowadays. Wonder what's wrong with me. Anybody care to tell me why? Nevermind. Don't bother answering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't wanna be stuck at home on a saturday night. Cos it's starting to get a lil freaky every night in my room. Sometimes, I feel something is looking. Everytime, I will try to brush that aside and run to my parents' room and only to be greeted by the absolute silence that surround me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They are always not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What exactly is a family? I can't seem to define da word " family " at all. With a dad that is always overseas working and a mum that is out almost every night singing with her friends. And even if she's not out singing, she will be home late from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Surrounded by four walls. And silence seems to engulf me everytime I need someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When I need to be alone, and when I really need some peaceful moments, my mum will just suddenly appear and start nagging at me for some god knows reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Apparently, this is da reason why I always stay out. This is da reason I always wanna go out. This is da reason why I hate my mum sometimes. And this is da reason... Why I hate home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I just need someone to understand.. To really know what I'm going thru now. Someone who have been thru this. Not that I'm desperately trying to seek attention. If you think I'm really trying so hard to seek some stupid attention... Den you're so wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That's why I tend to talk so much to my friends. I don't talk much at home, mind you. Like there's someone fer me to talk to at home anyway. So, I hafta vent everything out and talk about everything and anything under da sun to someone I'm close to. Noisy? Perhaps that's da reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Like a waif kid. Having a father like having none. Having a mother whom appears at da wrong time. Woah, kinda rhymes eh. Told you I'm cranky nowadays. Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That's why that inner part of me seems to appear to be fiery-tempered, a care-less attitude, unreasonable character. It's not like I want that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's just that, I don't wanna let people know how vulnerable I actually am. And I guess close friends around me have already spotted that. My achilles heel - I'm an emotional wreck. Yes, and I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear is currently going thru some difficulties at home too.. I'm not gonna elaborate much on it. Just hope he won't " sigh sigh " anymore. Although he said he's fine now. But, I know it will still bother you sometimes. But, whatever happens.. I'll always be there fer you. Don't make any hasty decisions yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm like writing a compo can. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Probably meeting up with them to sing later in da afternoon. Perhaps. But, my silly boy is not going, he has gotta go to his sister's chalet. So, shall I go and sing or not? It's seriously getting real boring. Just went to sing on wednesday can? So, shall I go or not!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't like it when I get so indecisive. I don't like it too, when they gets indecisive, whether to go or not, or meeting what time. I hate it when everyone shows their pattern by saying : " He go, I go. He never go, I never go. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;They ought to be shot. If I have a gun with me, and killing is not a crime, I'll definitely gun them down if that stupid sentence comes out from them. Excluding my darling, of cos. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; I will miss you during this 2 days. Promise me, you will too? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112572368449187866?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112572368449187866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112572368449187866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112572368449187866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112572368449187866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-i-think-im-starting-to-get-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112555102506083761</id><published>2005-09-01T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:16:13.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/me%20and%20mandy%20be%20yourself%20day42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/me%20and%20mandy%20be%20yourself%20day42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me and mandy in school. Was be yourself day yesterday. Mandy was carrying this mickey mouse bag that is damn cute can!? I also want that bag. LOL!! She was also wearing mickey tanktop. Woah. Found somebody that loves mickey too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Weehoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mandy: You are a great pal! Don't dwell on da past anymore. Though I aint in da position to talk about you and her.. But, I just wanna say.. No matter where you are, if you are feeling lonely or sad. I'll always be there for you. Just pick up your phone and dial my number! Take good care of yourself and.. Best buds forever! Do not forget me even if I graduate from school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL! And diana was like sooo gothic can? With all her scary eyeliner and blood-red lipstick. And we both freaked out when she showed me this pic she took and something was beside her. And we could make out clearly, it was an eye and a mouth opened widely. So, what da hell was that?! Mdm sharifah also freaked us out, with her experience in some school she taught before that was infested with ghosts. Freaky, eh? I won't wanna elaborate much on that thou. HEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Drew lotsa scars on my hand yesterday. And I was on this bus and da auntie beside me kept staring at my scars. HAHA!! Everyone was literally looking at me. Probably thinking : " This girl is crazy can. Either she self abuse, or someone abused her. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LMAO! Hanorh. Is he bully me one mah. So I went around telling pple that dear bullied me. And whacked me with a cane. Hor? -winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm sorry.. I did it again. Guilt-stricken.. I hate my attitude. I hate my temper. Most of all, I hate myself for flaring up. I hate myself for blowing my cool last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I didn't want this to happen. I didn't expect that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There's nothing much I can say now. Except for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sorry for neglecting your feelings. Sorry for hurting you time and time again. I didn't mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I just want to stay like this forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Because I love you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; The course of true love never did run smooth.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112555102506083761?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112555102506083761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112555102506083761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112555102506083761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112555102506083761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/09/yanhui-me-and-mandy-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112511478660716877</id><published>2005-08-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:38:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stumbled upon this website and found this interesting quiz. It's kinda accurate, for what I think. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you are so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The type of boyfriend/girlfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in your life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more worth than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Click here to find out more about yourself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Went eating at Teochew Eastern Restaurant at shaw house yesterday. Wasn't able to make it to yong's bbq at pasir ris. Sorry! And sorry dear that I can't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh! My dear did something extremely bad. He broke his promise. No, I'm not gonna tell what it is. Just that he made me very very angry. HAHAHA!! Ok lah, everything is fine now. Actually everything was fine intially. Just acting to be angry so he'll learn his lesson. -sshhh! And he had his own punishment already too! HEE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love that song he sang loads. " Dai wo yuan zou gao fei, yi qi qu zhui, you yi ge jiao zou xin fu de shi jie mei you lei shui. Wo yi jin gan jue dao bi lei, zhi xiang zai ni huai bao ru shui, bu zai hu bie ren yan zhong shi fei. " -grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm feeling very very lethargic now. Slept at 1am plus and woke up to mum and bro's loud quarrels at 8am. Damn! Why must they pick that time to quarrel? Don't they realise that I was trying to get a decent sleep on a saturday morning and they had to quarrel at that time. So early somemore! So inconsiderate of them. There goes my beautiful saturday morning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Going out later. With sharlene and maybe serena. I also don't know leh. Not confirmed. -shrugs. Oh, they had a drop too much during da bbq and heard that some of them got dead drunk. Wonder later will he wake up with a throbbing headache. Hope not! Blog again when I'm free! Pictures time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/legendyanhui1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/legendyanhui1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/Yoshinoya%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/Yoshinoya%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic - Drew this on my hand during biology lesson. Sharlene took this for me. Nice, ey? Anyway, LEGEND is mr jeremykhoo lah. My darling! HEE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2nd pic - Sharlene and me at yoshinoya. After my english O lvl oral. The topics were darn easy. That english oral was a breeze! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112511478660716877?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112511478660716877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112511478660716877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112511478660716877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112511478660716877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-stumbled-upon-this-website-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112487001387076932</id><published>2005-08-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:18:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Liar liar pants on fire. Sigh, I pity huda that bitch. She's trying too hard, way toooo hard to fit into us. But, it failed thou. She's using da wrong way. Why can't she just be herself? Why must she treat us like some dumbos and kept on lying to us? What she gave birth to 3 children, what going to get married to some 26 yr old guy who is rich, handsome and treat her well, what bringing out $300-500 out everytym she go shopping when she brings like $2 to school everyday only and she don't wanna admit she has financial problem and kept on acting rich, what throwing 3 test tubes on da floor when quarrelling with mrs iong.. Da list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Did you guys noticed? Everything she lied is about numbers. Okie, not everything lah. Here's something more worse. She said Princess Diana is her distant relative and princess diana gave that bitch an engagement ring when she heard that da bitch is gonna get married. Isn't this ridiculous or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Was sitting behind her in parade square this morning. But, leaving a big gap in between us. I saw her so called " BOYFRIEND " afiq stood up and took attendance. So, da bitchiness side of mine revealed and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME : " WOW! Someone BOYFRIEND standing up there leh, say I LOVE YOU LEH ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I swear I didn't hear that bitch say anything at all. But, during break time, aishah told me. She heard that bitch said : " You jealous isit? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DA HELL. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why will I be jealous when I've got a waaaay much better bf than her's? Right dear? -WINKS*&lt;/span&gt; And oh, I hafta remind you guys again. That Afiq is her so called " boyfriend " lah. She go around telling pple that her bf is afiq, when her bf is AIDEEL. And, that stupid aideel. I can't stand him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He's stupid until no help lah. Or maybe he's blinded by love. Or worse, huda has put some voodoo magic on him. DUH. He knows how little huda loves him, I think I can say huda doesn't love him at all. All she cares about was her afiq. Even in front of aideel, she said afiq is damn cute. WTH. If I'm aideel, I'll give her two tight slap and humiliate her den dump her. Instead, they broke up and patched back, broke up and patched back, fer like numerous times. I've lost count, and I don't wanna count too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh, back to da point. Yea, den sharlene joined me and ME, sharlene, diana were like mocking at huda all da way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME : " She got 3 children leh! I scared they come beat me leh how? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIANA : " Yeah lor! With jasper leh. They together only 1 yr, she so power sia. Got 3 children leh! Still don't want admit she's lying and said was 3 bear bear somemore. What crap! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SHARL : " She damn rich leh! Go out got $300 to $500 everytime!! WOAH!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME : " WOAH!! Millionaire's daughter sia! Come sch only bring $2 leh, scared kena kidnapped isit?! $2 eat what shit huh? HAHAHA! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIANA : " Buy some noodle and a drink lor. Only can afford those! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME : " YEAH HOR. Still left 20cents fer her to go toilet 2 times, or she want can go toilet 1 time and use payphone 1 time leh! HAHAHA!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ADEL : " Why payphone leh? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIANA AND ME : " Cos she is using PREPAID what. DUH! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okie lah, I admit we're a lil teeny weeny bit over lah. But, SHE DESERVES IT WHAT!! That daft bitch. Lied to us sooo many times. Lost count le lah. Say 3 nights also can't finish what she lied ah! From sec 3 lie till now, she's not sick and tired, we also sick and tired lah. I hate kena played by people lor, she treated me like I'm some dumb no brain girl, I'll pay her back double. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Of cos, it's payback time. OH!! And we're gonna make you pay back da money you owed us. Ohman, I've wasted so much time typing about you. Waste my brain cells and precious time only. TSK! -shakes head. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's sweet sweeet revenge time. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Before he played soccer with da guys, he gimme a call and tell me he's not having dnt. And making sure I reached home safely. How sweet? LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I love that herbal tea loads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;; After all we've been through, it just shows how much we're meant to be together - JeremyK. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112487001387076932?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112487001387076932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112487001387076932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112487001387076932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112487001387076932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112470752260034072</id><published>2005-08-22T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T03:52:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This post is dedicated to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MANDY TEO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She's a damn nice friend lah. Was chatting with her in msn yesterday afternoon. And I was telling her I've got my english O lvl oral today. And she drew me something on msn. Scroll down fer da picture later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okie, let's start from how did I know her. I was sec 2 and she was sec 1 that time. We used to hang around Hougang plaza after school everyday at da arcade there. I was with xiushan, sharlene, serena and sometimes da guys. She will be with tionghow and so on which I can't rmb. So, we started talking and I liked to talk to her alot as she's damn cheerful and sunshine girl like that. There was a period of time we stopped talking, I don't know what's da reason too. But, I started talking to her back when me and sharl were in da canteen one day, and she came and talked to us. So, this actually brings us back together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And she was there fer me too when I was like feeling sooo down and dejected. She called me and talked to me fer a long time. She consoled me and asked me not to think so much and tell me everything will be fine. She even sms-ed me da next morning telling me to smile cos that's da real me. She still said she don't wanna see me sad and anything I could confide in her, I could sms her when I need someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What a nice friend, aint she? Oh yea, when I was talking on phone with her, she tried all sorts of way to make me laugh and she told me she is my kai xin guo. HAHA!! Although sometimes she always disturb me, but deep down in my heart.. She will always be a nice friend that I will remember years down da road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mandy, NICE MAH?&lt;/span&gt; Don't say I dua you hor. HAHA. Print this screen lah. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/MANDY%20ENCOURAGEMENT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/MANDY%20ENCOURAGEMENT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This was what she drew to me in msn. So sweet, ey? Click to enlarge picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I had my ORAL TODAY!!! WOW. I was like soooooooo anxious. And I've been like telling everybody I wanna go toilet. HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But, da conversation topic were kinda easy. " Tell me about your grandparent. " and " Would you rather confide in your parents or friends? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ain't that easy? WOW! HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Went to CP to find diana, adeline and sharlene after my oral. But, I pangseh dear fer them. SORRY!! HEE* Oh, yeah. We took lotsa pictures there and diana was like playing da multi shots. Ok, I won't wanna elaborate on that. It was just.. DAMN HILARIOUS. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And den we went to da photoshop and printed out pictures we took, using sharlene's memory stick. HAHA!! Was fun, fun and FUN!! With diana around, forever she will be laughing. HAHA!! Diana's my kai xin guo aka my dearie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, we had a big fight with that huda bitch aka porn star. I can't take this anymore. I'm gonna BURST. She's a liar, attention seeker, bitch, porn star, slut, money-grubber and da list goes on and on... In short, SHE SUCKS. I HATE HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Real friendship is shown in times of trouble and real friends stand by you throughout. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112470752260034072?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112470752260034072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112470752260034072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112470752260034072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112470752260034072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-this-post-is-dedicated-to-mandy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112451055159650604</id><published>2005-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:04:11.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But when you touch me like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And you hold me like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just have to admit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;That it's all coming back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When I touch you like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And I hold you like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It's so hard to believe but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It's all coming back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's a very old song by celine dion. Extremely touching, diana recommended me to listen to this. Okie I know it's not some pop song or whatever. But, I'm just sooo touched by da lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everything is coming back to me now. Da feeling of love. After one big big round, we found each other back again. I know, I know. There's bound to have some gap in between us. I believe time can do everything, regaining back da trust and confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Someone once asked me what did I saw in him. My only answer was.. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay okay, enough of this emotional issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be having my O level english oral on Monday. And, what's worse. I'm like da first can?! Dead meat le lah. I'm so damn anxious can. I'll sure complain of stomach aching and I went like," MY EYES ARE PLAYING A TRICK ON ME.. NONO, I CAN'T BE DA FIRST!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah lah. They didn't play a trick on me. I'm really da first one to take da damn oral. I don't want to face those invigilators!! They are so scary can. Like if you say something wrong, they will stare with you with their HUGE eyes and they look like they are gonna devour you almost immediately. Okay lah, I'm probably exaggerating. But that's what I think ma. They left such bad bad impression on me. I thought first impression counts? I thought first impression should be an extremely good one? How come they sooo opposite one? Nevermind, don't bother replying my question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I'll stress myself at da hall while waiting fer my turn. Probably pull my hair off my scalp or pull someone's hair who is beside me lah. Thinking of it now makes me shudder. BAH!! Stop wailing, yanhui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But I'm really petrified lah, I'll go numb with fear if they shoot me unexpected questions. Heard from some of them, some of da questions are real dumb. I hope I don't stone there if they shoot me dumb question, or worse I hope I don't go on rambling nonsense or giving superficial answers!!! Help ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Frankly speaking, english is my strong subject. No, I'm not trying to boast here or something. Just stating da fact. All along, I'm more to a language person. Okay, my maths and science suck big time. Single digit all da time. Oh, yea back to da point. English supposed to be my best subject. I even got 34/40 fer my oral before. So no use dwelling on this anymore and get so disheartened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've got confidence! Yeah, like real. Shucks. Ohman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;; Only love let us see normal things, in an extraordinary way. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&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/13084267-112451055159650604?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112451055159650604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112451055159650604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112451055159650604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112451055159650604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-but-when-you-touch-me-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112428023549914953</id><published>2005-08-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:15:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-YANHUI(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO DIANA CHWEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I promised her I will dedicate this to her and she told me " thou shall not lie " and I don't lie lor! Not like that fucking bitch. HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, let's start by how I know her. I remembered, it was like sec 3 she came into our class with that ah-lian look with that dyed hair, numerous earholes, and I heard that she used to run away from classes too. HAHA!! Didn't like her at first, when she came into class and shouted : " SHUDDAP LAH!! " to our class when we were making hell load of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Didn't really mix with her during sec 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sec 4, she was mixing with huda that group. Didn't like huda too that tym. I realised I hate a lot of pple hor. Anyway, yea. HAHA!! Oh. And diana was forever with that : " EHH SHUDDAP LAH!! " or " EHH LISTEN LAH!! " And I thought she was against me and my clique that tym. Didn't really mix with her that year too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was when we came to sec 5. I don't know how did da both of us suddenly just clicked so well. Initially, we have da common enemy. So, we started gossiping abt that bitch and we went on and on and on non stop lah. In class, parade square, msn and goes on and on. We just can't stop talking. HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She was there fer me too when I was at my lowest peak. I thought she wouldn't care as we weren't that close that tym. But, she still remained by me and started advising me on what should I do and she was da one cheering me up. It was after that incident, I came to realise that she is a great friend, and she has got a great boyfriend too. She loves to laugh a lot and da way she laughs is damn cute lor! HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, I sincerely hope that DIANA and her GEORGEY will be forever so lovely and ever lasting and I hope GEORGEY will not let her down okay! Cherish each other!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next, DEDICATED TO THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/da%205%20rawkers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/da%205%20rawkers2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/girlz3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/girlz3.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1st - We took this last year, after our N level last paper. 2nd - We took this yesterday, at hanging garden. I miss serena terribly! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just wanna shout this out to them : I LOVE YOU GURLS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright, did we change? HAHAHAAH!! I think all of us changed lah. Is that call metamorphosis? Yes, I think so. (: I miss those times last year, when we had sooo much fun, laugher, joy, tears and we'll be best friends forever!! Thanks fer bearing with my bad bad attitude and my moodswings!! I love reminiscing those times we had. Although we will be moving on to our seperate ways soon, you 4 will be living in my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112428023549914953?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112428023549914953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112428023549914953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112428023549914953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112428023549914953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-this-post-is-dedicated-to-diana.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112410284798744658</id><published>2005-08-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:44:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mt olvl</title><content type='html'>-YANHUI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;OH MY GODDDD.. People, tell me this is real. Pinch me lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;TAN YAN HUI SCORED A1 FER HER MT O LVL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;MANNNN!!! I was like having butterflies in my stomach and I turned cold lah when I knew there's only like 4 As in 5na classes. I was like ' Nah, it couldn't be me, my oral sucked big time. ' When I went forward to get my result, I got a big big big shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Mdm ma : " Congratulations. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;ME : " Huh.. Why? " -Stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Mdm ma : " You are da only one who got A1 in da 2 sec 5 normal acad classes ! " - smiling broadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;ME : " AHHHH!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;You know that feeling of a big stone got lifted away from your chest. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears lah! Could hardly suppress and I just cried it out. Damn damn damn relieved lor. That feeling of '' I DID IT!! " Yes, imagine that. Everyone go : " AAAWWW, TAN YAN HUI DID IT!!! CONGRATS!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Anyway, saw from diana's hp da firework she video-ed down. Woah. So awesome lah. I was telling her : " I also wanna earn lotsa money and when I'm 40, I also wanna have fireworks like this. " HAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;You pple probably go : " Yanhui, wake up your idea lah. Stop day dreaming can. " Sigh.. Could someone snap me outta this stupid dream? Pull me back to this realistic world again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Seriously, I really don't wanna forget da feeling of loving someone. I don't wanna forget da feeling of waking up without your sms-es. I don't wanna forget da way I would smile when I was thinking of what you have said. I don't wanna let everything fade away. I don't wanna pass da phase of looking at your sms-es and smiling to myself. Nono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I'm tired of everything. Why am I feeling like I'm slipping off da edge, hanging by a breakable thread. As every night passes, I feel like I'm slowly fading away... Omg! I sound like an emotional wreck here lah. Okay okay, I shall stop ranting. Shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta see da doc laters to cure my damn rashes. I WILL NOT DRINK ANYMORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;; Everyone and everything feels like it's slipping away. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui (:&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112410284798744658?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112410284798744658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112410284798744658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112410284798744658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112410284798744658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/mt-olvl.html' title='mt olvl'/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112365638628240699</id><published>2005-08-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:28:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;AHH!! Went to mingherng's house to ton on monday night. I couldn't believe I got so drunk lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;They bought Vodka and some other drinks. So we played some game I don't know what it's called. And, I lose so I was forced to drink. Actually I don'twanna drink so much one, but everybody hafta drink and if I don't like so unfair lah. And, that dumbo mingherng actually poured soooo much vodka and mixed so little green tea. I gave chongjie drink and he went : " SOOO STRONG!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mingherng : " Woah! So thick leh vodka! Yanhui sure toh after this! HAHAHA!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Damn. I really cannot tahan after that. But, I acted strong lah. LOL!! Lose a few times after that and I got sooo drunk and I spilled vodka on da floor. Mingherng gave me plain water and I kept on arguing that was mixed with vodka. He made me blur lah. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;After that, shuntian vomitted and I heard da sound of vomitting and I began vomitting too. I hugged da rubbish bin and vomitted after that. Shuntian and mingherng were like patting my back to make me feel better. HAHA. Mingherng gave me martell cordon bleu and nobody stopped me from drinking lor! They gave me what I also drank what, cos I damn drunk le lah, don't know what I'm doing anymore. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wobbled to da toilet after that. Couldn't even stand up straight and fell down. Lucky mingherng was there if not I'll sleep outside da toilet. LOL! Went to da toilet and vomitted more. I couldn't believe that I actually cannot control. Damn! Like some dumbo keep vomitting haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sharlene was equally drunk. But she fell asleep damn fast. I fell asleep when everybody slept. After I woke up, everyone was up le. They told me I was sprouting nonsense throughout! OMG!! I don't know I got say any secrets out or not. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mingherng : " You asked me which floor I live at and asked me wanna jump down or not leh!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mingherng : " You keep jio me go drink leh! But we 2 can't sit up and when I pulled you up, I fell back, when you pulled me up, you fell back!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mingherng : " You keep say da night is still young!! And everyone asked you to go sleep! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Shuntian : " You cannot make it lah! Keep jio pple go drink when you canot tahan liao! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sharlene : " You kept on sprouting nonsense! And outta a sudden you asked us go away when everybody is sleeping! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chongjie was snoring damn loud. But is purposely lah. He didn't sleep at first. And either mingherng or chongjie kept on making my ear and my hair to disturb me from sleeping. Damn! If I never remember wrongly, someone slapped me too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;At 5.30 they said want go jalan kayu eat breakfast. So we were waiting fer everybody to wash up and so we sat on da sofa. Within minutes, everyone fell asleep. HAHAHA!! When I woke up, chongjie was sleeping on da floor, legs opened big big. HAHA! Sharl was even more super. She was sleeping on da cold hard table! Shuntian was occupying one sofa, think he pushed chongjie down. Sarah was beside me. Mingherng was sleeping in da kitchen at first, but he went to his bro's room after that. Everybody woke up at 7.15 like that, and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sharlene came to my house and continued sleeping. Damn! Woke up with a throbbing headache, and rashes again!! Mingherng smsed me and asked me to drink again! LOL! He was also having headache, I thought he is a good drinker, but chey~! HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Slept less than 4 hrs, woke up and met up with serena to town again. This is da first time I could actually sleep all da way without thinking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun out with serena to shop, although I wasn't feeling well. Feel like vomitting too. Reached home at 12.30 plus and slept immediately. Head exploding lah!! HELP~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;School tmr. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;EDITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mingherng knows something and he has been blackmailing me! Haha! Such a meanie. Double boohoos!!! If he says out, I'm dead meat lah. HAHA. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;; How did you manage to make me fall so hard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112365638628240699?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112365638628240699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112365638628240699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112365638628240699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112365638628240699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-ahh-went-to-mingherngs-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112338576546352201</id><published>2005-08-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:38:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to watch [ The Maid ] leh!! But I scared watch le I don't dare go home!! HELLO!! It's da 7th month please! Okay you guys probably go : " Chey! 7th month only mah! Scared what?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just scared lor, no reason. Like, duh! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This will be a long long long weekend fer me. I won't be going school on monday lah, it's so boring. I'll self proclaim myself MC on that day! Tuesday and wednesday also school-less ( right, is there such word? ) Nevermind. I like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After that long long long weekend, it will be... O LEVEL ENGLISH ORAL!!! Damn! I'm sooo not anticipating lah. I really scared of those expressionless invigilators!! Like, if you say something wrong.. They will devour you almost immediately!! And when you walk in that room, they wil look at you with their HUGE HUGE eyes. Like it's gonna pop out soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wah, I'm losing sane. Think I will stress myself out during that day and start pulling my hair off my scalp. LOL! No lah, not mine. Probably people beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope I don't stammer when I'm reading! I hope da picture description aint too difficult! I hope I won't stumble if they ask me unexpected questions!! I hope I won't go all feeble if I'm stuck at any of those!! Damn! I must train to have those kinda I-know-everything-just-shoot-any-question look!! HAHAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Was helping vivi with her dumb blog yesterday night. I almost went crazy. She called me and kaopeh about wanting to change her damn fonts but she can't do it. She pleaded me to help her, and being such helpful soul, I helped lor. But damn! Her blogskin is sooo screwed up somewhere. She wanted 2 fonts mah. But, when I changed 1 of them.. EVERYTHING changed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I started cursing and swearing. She was at da phone and irritating me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I went : " AIYAHHHH!! DON'T KNOW LAH!! DON'T IRRITATE ME!!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Den we both rolled on floor laughing out loud. I'm really losing sane. But I managed to help her change her blardy fonts lah. -smirks. But, there is something wrong with either her comp or mine lor. I think kua tio gui lah, CHOI!! So, I print screen fer her to see her blog in my comp and she said its totally different from what she had seen in her comp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe different computers, so see also different lah, not ghost lah! HAHA. Siao liao if see ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; At a point of no  r e t u r n . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112338576546352201?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112338576546352201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112338576546352201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112338576546352201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112338576546352201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-i-want-to-watch-maid-leh-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112307219634974914</id><published>2005-08-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:43:38.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On this certain day, this two teardrops met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One teardrop told this teardrop : " I'm a teardrop of a girl, who once loved a boy and lost him. Who are you? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" I'm da teardrop of a boy who loved a girl deeply before but had already let it go. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So they continued talking and da boy's teardrop said : " You know, there will come a time when we have to stop loving someone cos we'd found out that they will be happier if we let them go. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da girl's teardrop said : " But den you know you will miss that someone so much your heart just breaks into pieces when you think of that someone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da boy's teardrop continued : " It's painful to ask someone to stay if you can never make da relationship work out da way it should be. Love, it's something complicated. But, I tell you this. Da minute you make yourself miserable to make someone happy, there's love right there. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da girl's teardrop pondered and replied : " You know, if I have da letter " H R T ", I can add a " E A " to it and get " HEART " or an " U " to get " HURT ". I'd rather choose " U " to get hurt than have a " HEART " without " U " there. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da girl's teardrop smiled and continued : " Giving someone all your love is not an assurance that he will love you back. Don't expect love in return, wait fer it to grow in his heart. If it doesn't, be contented that it grows in yours. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da boy's teardrop said : " She told me once, do not be too good to her, she will take it fer granted. Do not be too caring, she will fall in love deeply with me. Do not be too sweet, she will miss it if it's gone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da girl's teardrop replied : " A heart in love never loses hope, but always believe, if you love her please let her know. Cos it hurts to love when you have to let go. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da boy's teardrop said : " You are brave, girl. Now I know, it's always better to find da courage to love even if you lose it in da end, rather than never found love cos you are afraid of da challenge. And I've cried fer da first time she was mine, I've cried fer da memories we left behind, I've cried fer da pain. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da girl's teardrop consoled : " Relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's even better to leave them broken than to hurt yourself when putting it back. Or worse, cannot find anything strong to bind them up together. You never lose in losing, you lose only when you hold back. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da boy's teardrop got so sad and said : " Now I know, now I've learnt. Don't throw your back to love when it's already infront of you. Don't drive it away from you cos if you did, someday you will think why you let da love fly, when it was once just next to you. You learnt anything? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da girl's teardrop replied : " Yes, it was once infront of me. And I've let it go. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With that, da two teardrop vanished into thin air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Phew, spend sucha long time typing out this. So nice, right? Touching*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;P.S I found this story online, but I changed some of it myself, to suit me better. Haha. Thanks everybody who thought I thought of this myself! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; When da love between both parties are gone, try thinking. What actually makes both fall in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YANHUI(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112307219634974914?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112307219634974914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112307219634974914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112307219634974914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112307219634974914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/08/yanhui-on-this-certain-day-this-two.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112279881646217742</id><published>2005-07-31T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:36:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey, baby my nose is getting big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I noticed it be growing when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I been telling them fibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now you say your trust's getting weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Probably coz my lies just started getting deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And the reason for my confession is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I learn my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I really think you have to know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Because I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But after I did it I don't know what I did it for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I admit that I have been a little immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fucking with your heart like I was the predator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In my book of lies I was the editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I forged my signature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now I apologise for what I did to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cos what you did to me I did to you&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/13084267-112279881646217742?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112279881646217742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112279881646217742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112279881646217742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112279881646217742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-baby-my-nose-is-getting-bigi.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112263829922535928</id><published>2005-07-29T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T05:15:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;couldnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i had f&amp;amp;n practical but i god damn forgot to buy the ingredients!! i was too tired the day before and juz fell aslp st8 away after i reached home... then i woke up like 5am and panic!! pheww... luckily there were shops open 24/7. (made my own sugar syrup!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then during bio tt iong nv teach us... haha wasnt really listenin to our new tr~ anyway! since i made my own sugar syrup i tired tricking ppl by telling them is was a drink tt my mum made. i was laughing like mad when huda fell for it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;..."OMG! what is this?! why so sweet?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hAHAhaHA!! its sugar syrup!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;....tried it on wEeeliangg but darn! he didnt fall for it... he asked me drink 1st to prove tt it was safe for consumption but gezz... so bloody sweet tt i didnt really did it... hahha sighh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, my practical was a disaster!! had to bake 4 cakes... and every single 1 of it tt i made was soo damn watery... dunno like what man, everybody else was like a thick paste. shit... so stupid!! after only i made finish 3 cake then i realise... -_-" &lt;strong&gt;I FORGET TO ADD FLOUR!!&lt;/strong&gt; no wonder man... redo everything, made a huggee mess!! all the disgusting sugar, flour, eggs and what eva was all over my hand... but still turn out not bad ehh~ gettin' back the pics nx wk... shall post it n show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gezz... this is the most annoying part!! was goin' to orchard meet my dad so i can get back my phone n while i was takin the lonngg and lonely train ride got this damn little gal runnin ard and she smelt like shit!! hahaha!! the person nx to me smelt like coffee though... =P went to wisma atria and while waitin for my dad got some cool free games there, well of coz i go play the racing car lah!! haha but the damn thing so hard to control... keep bangin here n there n alll over the place... -_-" so played the psp game instead!! woohoo!! tt 1 was really nice... kept driftin but after winnin duno how times very sian... hahaha =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yaa... back to my phone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SONY ERICSSON SUCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shit them... after waitin so bloody long to get my phone back, they finally gave me 1 tt 'supposedly' should be a brand new phone... well got scratches on it!! idiots. told my dad n he kept on kp them hahaha!! but again... hafta wait another freakin' 5days to get it back... -_-" at least this time they lend me a phone but was a crappy 1... those like worth less then 50bucks. idiots again rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;woohoo~ gonna go hit the beach 2ml... hopefully theres more hunks this time round... wahahha =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wanna know how you feel... wanna know what is real. I wanna know everything, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112263829922535928?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112263829922535928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112263829922535928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112263829922535928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112263829922535928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-day-couldnt-have-gotten-any-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112262099334584129</id><published>2005-07-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:25:48.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt; Mr zul was preaching on stage yesterday and he stood there like.. 1 hr lor. So long, he not tired, we hear also tired lah. Suddenly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ZUL: " See that girl there? I can see she dyed her hair. " - Pointing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME: " Fuck, diana! Is he talking about me? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIANA: " HAHA! I think so! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My face &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLUSHED&lt;/span&gt; instantly. Everyone turned and looked at me can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ZUL: " I know that girl is blushing already! I can see!! Come to school and dye hair lah. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FUCKKKKKK!! I wish I could strangle him straightaway! Make me freaking embarrassed lor! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Damn it! He HUMILIATED ME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;School is like prison. We have to abide by sooo many rules. Like, DUH?! I'm sooo not gonna stick by those stupid school rules, man! Lucky, lucky. Three more blardy months and I'm outta it. I can't stand it anymore. Seriously, I pity all da juniors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I didn't expect that I will actually say da exact same thing to aideel what ALL my friends told me. Yesterday, aideel was feeling so down and he wanted to see me and aishah. So, we went to find him. And.. He was crying. Sigh. Another couple like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME: " Huda isn't da right girl fer you. Just let it go lah. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AISHAH: " Don't you ever want to find a girl you can love and she loves you back? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ME: " Yea, and you both cherish each other too? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Damn, and he started crying real badly. And here comes huda, den she gave a fucked up face. Guess aideel can't stand her, and he started cracking his fingers, ready fer a fight! WOOHOO~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But, we were like.. Okay lah, calm down lah! Relac LAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Den, talked and talked. Nazrul, asri and anfal came along. Den I took anfal's phone and wanna listen song. I saw da title - celine dion, so I pressed play. Thinking what nice song will that be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" For all those times you stood by me... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I got a shock. This song. So meaningful to me. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I played this song again fer aideel and huda to hear. Cos, they decided a breakup. My original plan was to let da both of them hear da lyrics, and think of those happy times they were tgt, and whether they really want a break or not. And, I think it kinda backfired lah! They both started crying and crying and.. I feel sooo guilty can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Den, I got so emotional I remained silent throughout after everything. That song.. Brought back sooo much memories. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going insane. Vivi mentioned to me, she said I'm like making myself crazy. And, I'll go crazy sooner or later. Maybe true leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad. Weichoong IS OUT! I voted so MANY times fer him!! Like 50+ votes. I'm like throwing money into da sea. HAHA. Anw, at night luckily Chongjie smsed me and tell me weichoong was out. Cos, I fell asleep while waiting fer da results to show on tv at 11.30pm. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Today... Is da 29th. Yes, its 29th today. Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;; When da love fades off, start to think... What actually makes both parties fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112262099334584129?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112262099334584129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112262099334584129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112262099334584129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112262099334584129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/yanhui-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112237317241679574</id><published>2005-07-26T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:25:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hate fucking irritating kids who run around with their water bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was going vivi's house on sunday den I was at hougang interchange waiting fer bus. I was leaning against this railing and this kid beside me was playing with his stupid bro. Here comes something damn fucked up. HE DROPPED HIS WATER BOTTLE ON MY LEFT FOOT. FUCK! Damn pain! I stared at him, and expected an apology or something. But, he didn't can? He was still hitting his dumb bro. His maid apologised to me lah. So, I kinda calm down and said its okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But, IT HAPPENED AGAIN! This time round, he dropped his blardy water bottle AGAIN and da water just splashed out lah! My left leg was wet!! KNS! I was fucking pissed can? I wish I could strangle his scrawny neck at that time. That son of a bitch. He just feigned ignorance when he saw da water splashed out can? His maid apologised again and she pulled his ear. That son of a bitch even HIT HER BACK! That kid ought to be shot can. No manners at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That rude kid is not cute at all. If he is, I will probably feel better. HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why must they play Hoobastank - the reason that morning?! Scenes and scenes flashed across my mind again. Almost let my emotion took control of everything. But, luckily I controlled. I don't wanna breakdown there. LOL. But, that song is real special to me, althou its not some pop song now lah. Sigh. Screw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anw, saw on tvmobile da other day this movie is coming out soon. It's called - The maid. I'm so gonna watch it! Looks scary thou, but HECK! I'm watching it in da NOON. Not night, NONONO! Shit, ghost festival is coming soon. Say I'm superstitious, but HELLO! I believe in this type of things can? How am I gonna take da lift!!!??? Da lift looks kinda scary at night. And da toilet!! DAMN!! Why am I such a coward?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with sharlene during mdm sharifah's class today lah. Den, I did something stupid to her and we kept on laughing. But, we hafta control cos mdm sharifah will split us up again. HAHA. And when mdm sharifah told a joke, me and sharlene couldn't take it and we LAUGHED OUT LOUD. Almost on da floor rolling. LOL!! Mdm sharifah must have thought that she has got a great sense of humour. But, we weren't laughing at her!!! LOL!! Hor, sharlene? -winks* But, I forgot what sound did we make le leh! DAMN! STM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing and she hit my chin with her blardy elbow. It hurts! Wonder will it go out of shape. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And all da pain I put you thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I wish I could take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And be da one who catches all your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thats why I need you to hear...&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason fer me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;; And the reason is you *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112237317241679574?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112237317241679574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112237317241679574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112237317241679574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112237317241679574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/yanhui-i-hate-fucking-irritating-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112221279885468340</id><published>2005-07-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:52:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO DAMN PISSED!! ...fUcK!! this has probably been the worst weekend ever!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after i finally brought my new phone and just 2days... 2 FREAKING DAYS ONLY and the damn thing is spoilt!! how much more unlucky can 1 get?! darn... should have known when tt sales girl gave me the phone with a broken seal. SIGH!! now im phone-less... #&amp;amp;*%!#^$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYBODY GOT SPARE PHONE?? =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I saw an angel... of that I'm sure. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you.&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/13084267-112221279885468340?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112221279885468340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112221279885468340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112221279885468340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112221279885468340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-damn-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112200800739191800</id><published>2005-07-22T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:48:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/weichoong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/weichoong1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/weicho0ng30235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/weicho0ng30235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;XIE WEI CHOONG!! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112200800739191800?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112200800739191800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112200800739191800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112200800739191800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112200800739191800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/xie-wei-choong-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112185679187488662</id><published>2005-07-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T05:45:07.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm sooooo uber tired. I can't sleep at night with so much on my mind. Ooohh, I'm soooo tired. I really dread going school now. Used to look forward cos there's someone* there. Now, I shall just... HECK IT! Screw da school, and every teacher in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyways, vian's bf is going NS this upcoming friday. I know she will really miss him. I know she don't bear to let him go. But, hey look! IT WILL BE GIRLS' NIGHT OUT!! Think about partying all day long! Let's rejoice! Be sad no more! WOAH! I'm sooo anticipating lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Will be going out with serena, sharlene and maybe vian on saturday. Let's party, girls! Let's eat every single nice food. I wanna eat till I get freaking bloated. Let's sing every single song in kbox. I wanna sing till my throat turns hoarse. Let's club, club, club da night away! Drink like nobody's business! I'm gonna drink until I vomit. I'm gonna drink till I don't know my way home. I'm gonna drink and get very very wasted. I just wanna bring back those times, reminiscing our secondary 3 life, when da 4 of us were so close like honey and bees. I just wanna forget everything on my mind, throw all my troubles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm fucking crazy right. Don't mind me. I'm turning insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My results aint marvellous. Somehow, I've expected this. But, I'm really proud that I scored 36/50 fer my social studies. I thought I couldn't make it, was so moody while doing da paper. Guessed I'm just clever lah. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My brain is turning rusty soon. HELP! What exactly am I trying to say, huh? Nah, nvm. Don't bother replying me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Should really really start mugging. But, I just couldn't seem to get my arse on my chair and study my day away. I'm so not gonna spend my day like this lah. But, no choice! Bummer. Yes, bummer. Aaaww, yanhui is such a bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm fucking insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh hey! I did something crazy during maths class today. Ruiwen, alice and huda commented that I'm really crazy.. Over someone* Hahahaha. Yeah, yeah. Whatever, heck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habsah told me, cheeseng told her, me and him just click. HELLO! I don't click with him please. He's a freaking weirdo! I think I click with habsah more can. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I hate that couple. I abhor looking at them everyday. Hey hello! One is a bitch, one is a bastard can?! No wonder they got together. HAHA. They pisses me off. And I got really disgusted while looking. HELLO!! Anyone tell me, why are they still together?! Nah, it's OKAY. Don't bother replying. Diana was right. She told me, people we hate will always have a good ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I'm not gonna hate anyone now. HAHA, LIKE REAL. I will still continue to hate that B.B couple. Sheeesh~! I'm really crazy. OOOOH, I'm so tired. SO SO SO very tired. I need to sleep. Be back tmr. Coughs coughs* I'm gonna be down with.. FEVER soon. SHIT. Anw, TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; All that we had was gone with da wind. Bring me back those simple time of every yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112185679187488662?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112185679187488662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112185679187488662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112185679187488662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112185679187488662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/yanhui-im-sooooo-uber-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112167946327731068</id><published>2005-07-18T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T03:06:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yanhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Heh, talked to Mugen yesterday afternoon on msn. He told me he went to da Bloggers Conference and there were some 14 15 year old girls there too. And we talked about da way those small girls typed and I told him that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I DECIDED TO.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tYpE lIkE tHiS tHr0uGhoUt Th!s PoSt!!! WAHAHAHAHA. I'm FuCkiNg mAd LoRx. HaHas. Nice AnoT I tyPe LiKe tHis, MugEn? NicE l0rx hAhAx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AcTuAlLy cAnNot BlaMe tHeM lAhs, I uSeD tO TyPe lIke tHaT wHeN I wAs lIke iN sEc tWo? Oh g0D, I tHinK I tyPe lIkE tHat VeRii eRxIns l0rX. bUt, hAhAx vErY fUnNy lOrX. aNd I sPeNd lIkE 10 mIns t0 tYpE oUt tHis 2 dAmN sHoRt pArAgRapHs. I rEaLly aDmIrE dA wAY tHeY tyPeD lAhx. tHeY'Ve g0t pAtIEnCe mAn. I cAn'T sTaNd It!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUGEN, c0mMeNt pLeAsE. l0L`s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL. Back to my original way of typing lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, went pizza hut just now with sharlene, diana and adeline. Compass Point pizza hut seriously sucks to da core. Da service there was so screwed up and we had to wait uber long and diana got so sick waiting fer her baked rice. And there was this waitress there that was fucking blur can. She actually mixed up all our orders when we had repeated to her like 2 fucking times. Sharlene and diana kept on hurrying them cos they took like.. ONE DAMN HOUR and their food still haven't been served yet. And everything was SELF SERVICE. We had to take all da cutlery ourselves. Got so pissed off can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Screw pizza hut. Was flooded with soooooo many different school students today. And only one fucking blur girl, one tall malay guy, one manager who stupidly spilled soup on his pants den vented anger by throwing everything and one oversized malay girl on duty today. No wonder so lousy lah their service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think going to school today was a fucking waste of time. I thought da teachers were supposed to give us back our scripts but they didn't. Actually, I don't wanna take back my scripts lah. LOL. I know my own standard. Be prepared to see da vp again, yanhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my pretty babe - huilian's ex bf abel today at pizza hut while queueing up. He looked so sad can, cos they just broke up today. So, I smsed my dear lian and told her. She even laughed and behaved as if nothing had ever happen. So bad leh HUILIAN!!! Haha. It's so weird. Every couple around me or even myself, are all either quarrelling or had just broke up. But, da couple I hate da most are still together. Sigh. WHY WHY WHY????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Love is all, da laughters and tears that fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112167946327731068?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112167946327731068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112167946327731068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112167946327731068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112167946327731068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/yanhui-heh-talked-to-mugen-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112163788170013307</id><published>2005-07-18T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:04:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There has been so many things goin' on the past few days... these 1s are worth tellin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...happened just a few days back, was abt 3am and went with my bro n mum out to eat. Usually it will be damn deserted at tt time &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;... stayin' where i am... haha the damn place at tt time is probably e most &lt;em&gt;'happening'&lt;/em&gt;. we were crossin' the road goin' over to a coffee shop then i saw these 2 &lt;em&gt;'ladies'&lt;/em&gt; sittin' there n OMG!! ...u wont believe what the hell she did... -_-" &lt;strong&gt;SHE TOOK OUT HER BREAST!&lt;/strong&gt;! aint bluffin'!! she actually used her hand n reached into her blouse and took e damn thing out and showed her frn n of coz... to e whole damn world!! hahahaha her bloody nipple like 2 50cent coin!! =P ...as i got closer then i realised... -_-" they were freakin' &lt;strong&gt;MEN!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GROSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after tt i saw 2 indian men checkin' out those &lt;em&gt;'ladies'&lt;/em&gt;... they probably too freakin' drunk to tell e diff... hahaha the 4 &lt;em&gt;MEN&lt;/em&gt; probably had orgie... heh later e 2 indians wake up findin' themselves slpin' wif 2 dick heads... wahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ahh!! got 2 more stories but damn!! freakin' 'early' now... oh! did i mention i got sch in 1hrs time?! YAA!! ...say the other 2 nx time!! ciao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112163788170013307?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112163788170013307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112163788170013307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112163788170013307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112163788170013307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-has-been-so-many-things-goin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112149954369131945</id><published>2005-07-16T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T06:17:31.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Dai wo yuan zou gao fei, yi qi qu zui, you yi ge jiao zuo xing fu de shi jie mei you lei shui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Standing by, all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;da way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Here to help you thru your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Holding you up, when you are weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Helping you find what you seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Catching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;r te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ars when you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pulling you thru when da tide is high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Just being there, thru thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;All just to say, ilu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woah, just now was helping my saozi with her new blogskin. She totally know nothing about it. Since I'm still free, so I found her some blogskins, edited her template, got her a tagboard, changed her profile plus wishlist and got her a counter. Haha. I'm done with it in less than 1hr. Pretty cool, eh? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, was pretty shocked when cheeseng called me last night. So, we chit chatted fer like.. 2 hours plus? And all my energy was drained. Asked him what is he doing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;adays, and he told me he's taking a 3 yr course in hairstylist at jeanyip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. And he asked me about jer* and me. He casually remarked that he wasn't shock when he heard that we broke up. Duh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He said he understan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ds what I'm g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;oing thru now. But, sometimes I don't even understand myself well. How will he understand me more tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;n myself? Hmmm. Got a lil emotional while letting out my troubles last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm Miss Emo. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My imagination ran wild this few nights when everywhere around me was so deadly quiet. So lost in thoughts. I don't know what to do. I'm getting so lost wherever I go, whatever I do. Alot of them mentioned to me that I wasn't myself anymore. But, what else can I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Edwin drew me something in msn a few days ago. A path of road. A girl standing there, ( which is me ) and this stone there. He continued drawing and he said :" this stone is an obstacle that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;must cross over. After crossing over, everything infront of you will be smooth." So touched leh. Thanks edwin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene came to my house yesterday cos her f&amp;n ended at 10 and our listening compre started at 2. So, she bought so much food to my h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ouse to feast on. And, SHE ATE ON MY BED. I went in and looked at her. So, she hurriedly hid da food but I still saw LAH! Haha, and she denied that she was eating b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y saying : " I was looking at da wrapper! " LMAO. She's fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/hawick6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/hawick6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hawick Lau from [ Destiny ] Channel 8 at 9 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/male_chiaweichoong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/male_chiaweichoong2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xie Wei Choong from superstar. He's MY superstar!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/male_waikeong5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/male_waikeong5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sebastian Liang Wei Qiang from superstar. He's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Recently, I'm soooo infatuated by da 3 of them! HAHA. I'm getting sebastian's number too! Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Going out soon, shall blog tmr. Tata~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yanhui(:&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/13084267-112149954369131945?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112149954369131945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112149954369131945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112149954369131945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112149954369131945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/yanhui-dai-wo-yuan-zou-gao-fei-yi-qi.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112145631297494225</id><published>2005-07-16T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:41:04.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmm... tryin' to recall what happened today. oh yeah! had f&amp;n paper... haha i doubt i'll pass, dont bother either... went yh's hse after tt... brought a whole lot of goodies frm rivervale mall, bubble tea; snacks; chips; breakfast... bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chill out at yh hse for abt... 4hrs? yeah. used the com, eat n eat n... SLEEP!! phew... so damn tired e past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went back sch, then...chinese listening!! haha i think whether or not i do doesnt make a diff... get e driff? yeah... tt damn yh always making fun of me becoz of this... nvm... *YH! dont worry, your turn will come too. tt is... ur &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;maths,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sci,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;humanities,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;poa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... hahahaha ...im gonna laugh really hard when tt happens... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at night had tuition... after tt went hougang. gezz! havent been there for a long time ever since i moved out. DAMN!! was trying to sell my phone n get a wayyy cooler n nicer n what ever... but... becoz my freakin phone got so many scratches &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(thanks to some stupid shit head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and i dont have e box... ended up only being offered below $200!! shit... heh... after tt played pool at plaza, saw lots of familiar faces! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(HI ERNEST!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(i aint ashame to admit tt im quite a sucky player...this is afterall only like, the 3rd time ive played!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yyaahh... guess tts all... anyway... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Broken hearts, broken dreams. There just some things love brings... When you learn that its all the lie you cry, you find out. Nothing hurts like love; Nothing brings your heart so much pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112145631297494225?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112145631297494225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112145631297494225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112145631297494225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112145631297494225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112135115628698304</id><published>2005-07-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T04:15:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HEYYY~!! New blogskin! New layout! Fresh start! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyways, yesterday oral was nerve wrecking. That two examiners looked damn expressionless can. Their faces were like so stiff, so stone looking lah. And I think I did badly in my oral. I hoped they won't think that I came up with superfluous answers. argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There was this guy who asked me questions that were damn unexpected lah! I was kinda stunned by those questions he gave. I expected something like da jumping down cases or that 8yr old girl kena raped and murdered one. No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He : " Why do you think teenagers nowadays are not interested in political issues? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me : " HUH! Would you mind repeating it again? " Frankly speaking, I was damn shocked he asked me this. I teenager too what, I also not interested in such stuffs! Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And he kept on looking at his watch, like what? Trying to end it as soon as possible? Actually, I think that cos gina took quite a long time to finish, so da two examiners were kinda impatient to da pple behind. Rahhh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This old woman here asked me this : " What do you think of garden? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOLYFUCK. I was damn speechless when I heard this question. So, I said something like : " Oh, there is this garden just below my house. " and I closed my mouth immediately. My brain went dead. I can't find anything else to say! Screw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Old woman : " Tell me any garden that you wish to have. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DAMMIT. Why this lousy question?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me : " Actually any garden is fine with me, just that they must be clean, have nice environment, flowers and trees very prettily blossomed. " But, I used abit "chim" words lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was getting ultra freaked out while I was waiting fer my turn. And, weiliang they all were telling me that once i go in that room and take my oral, pple behind me will fail cos da examiners will give me high marks. LOL. Funny them, eyy? Urgh, whatever. I'm over and done with it. Shall start mugging fer my other subjects, but I've got no mood. Sigh~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just now, this air-con uncle came my house. He was in charge of washing air-cons? I don't know, totally got no idea. He was talking damn loudly and I can't watch my superstar. Luckily weichong aint on tv just now. If not, I'll scream at da uncle. HEE* And that uncle kept asking me questions like I how old ah, I what school lah blah blah. Den my mum told me he wanna intro his son to me. But like younger den me 1 yr leh! Don't want lah! EEEEW~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Such a long post today. I'm tired. Tata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Why do we never know what we've got, till it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S : THANKS DEARIE DIANA~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112135115628698304?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112135115628698304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112135115628698304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112135115628698304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112135115628698304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyyy-new-blogskin-new-layout-fresh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112135058056992648</id><published>2005-07-14T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:16:20.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;/strong&gt; finallyyy we change the blog skin and did up quite a few other stuff. added in more songs.. english 1s to be exact.. haha (thanks alot diana!) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;umm.. sigh.. there's f&amp;n paper 2ml n after tt chi listening. will be at yh's hse during tt 4hrs break in between the 2 papers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;now i can finally find more reasons to come to this blog.. haha i really like all the songs alot! =P once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THANKS ALOT DIANA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;......there also seem to be alot of noisy parker ard...thanks to that blog patrol thingy...... or ......maybe its just me always refreshing the blog and checkin' out the tag board... hahahaha&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/13084267-112135058056992648?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112135058056992648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112135058056992648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112135058056992648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112135058056992648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/woohoo-finallyyy-we-change-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112106104386755590</id><published>2005-07-11T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:43:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I feel like I'm hanging by a thread. I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Heys, will not be blogging so often now. I just need a short hiatus from everything. Am gonna take a breather and refresh myself. My head is bursting cos I don't have enough sleep, think I'm suffering from insomnia. I need sleeping pills!!! And gastric pains are driving me crazy. I can predict myself going bonkers soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Will still be online, probably chatting with some close friends regularly. But, I probably won't reply if my status is away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/1600/bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6562/1136/320/bye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But, Sharlene will still be blogging. I'll be back soon from my short hiatus. Might be a new and fresh yanhui when i come back. Or might still remain da same quiet moody me too. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Take care everyone, good luck fer all your prelim papers and his* papers too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tata~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You were never satisfied no matter how I tried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Now you wanna say goodbye to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Love is one big illusion I need to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But there's something left in my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112106104386755590?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112106104386755590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112106104386755590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112106104386755590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112106104386755590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/yanhui-i-feel-like-im-hanging-by.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112102295140586552</id><published>2005-07-11T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:17:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sigh... another sleepless night for me. guess i only got myself to blame, woke up like 7pm... haha im a freakin' big pig... yeah i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;biology paper later, didnt study at all! been playin' the past 3days. gonna go continue on watchin' my jap anime show now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...am i suppose to write something here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!...&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/13084267-112102295140586552?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112102295140586552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112102295140586552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112102295140586552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112102295140586552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112091603745598588</id><published>2005-07-09T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T06:37:09.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; Maybe I don't know that much, but I know this much is true. ilu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahh, today is Saturday and I'm cooped at home. I used to look forward to every Saturday, cos I can finally spend time with him. But now, I dread to see Saturday approaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Two reasons I stayed at home today. First, I wanna study fer my upcoming biology on Monday. I don't wanna fail and Mrs iong will nag and nag at me, somemore she's pregnant, I don't wanna her to scold till something happen. Haha. Secondly, I don't feel like going out today. Feeling kinda weird when I have to walk to da bus stop alone without him waiting downstairs. Bah, kill me. Stop being incoherent here, yanhui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And just now, I don't know what did I stupidly do lah. Diana was helping me adding da songs inside da blog and I was making da counter, den I go republish da whole blog. Den, i went to view blog. POOF. Realised that everything was gone, all mine and sharlene's posts all gone. I was complaining to diana and she did da whole template fer me again. She's so GOOD!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks so much, dearie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't do everything on my own. I'll screw up everything de. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm very very bored. Usually this time.. I'll probably be at Lido watching movie with... Bah, thinking about this again. Sheeesh, kill ME PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112091603745598588?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112091603745598588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112091603745598588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112091603745598588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112091603745598588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/maybe-i-dont-know-that-much-but-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112082193803966827</id><published>2005-07-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T05:51:40.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; And when I feel like I'm lost, I thought of you and I can find my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blogging and watching tv at da same time now. So touched leh, their mother wake up le. Aaaww, such a happy scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today English paper was fine. But, I feel like killing myself. I actually didn't manage to do finish everything on time. I've got no time to finish my five vocabs, and i just anyhow scribbled some words. And da ending of my summary, I did it in a rush. Was rushing throughout because i stupidly thought that I will have enough time to finish it. So, I was kinda dilly-dallying when da paper started. Was thinking and zoning off. Argh, I just couldn't help thinking about da past. Kill me lah. Ooh, I ought to be shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Was talking to ruiwen online just now. Suddenly, she said this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" Its no use looking back or wondering. Cos, love is a strange and funny thing. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My gawd. This sentence suddenly jerked me back into reality. Got stunned. Was stunned because such a short sentence could actually wake me up. I chose this pathway myself. Maybe I was living in self denial all da time. Ooh, it's time to wake up and move forward. But, memories are nice. They gave me da strength i need to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Time, give me time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112082193803966827?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112082193803966827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112082193803966827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112082193803966827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112082193803966827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-when-i-feel-like-im-lost-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112076878373037313</id><published>2005-07-08T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:41:42.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;its been &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; long since i actually wrote a post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, the only reason why i'm writing 1 now cuz i'm awake now n i can't seem to go back to slp. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*damn&lt;/span&gt; everyone is aslp now.. gonna have eng paper later in the morning.. boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so far.. for the past week been having pre-prelims exam. i think other then my humanities n eng, every other paper so far i did ain't tt great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*i think i gonna do badly... SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;heh.. am excited abt today cuz later in e late afternoon gonna go out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if all goes well.. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sch is really boring! must find something to do otherwise i'm gonna go nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lastly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a little time and check yourself, to live the life you're praying for; Just be true to yourself.&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/13084267-112076878373037313?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112076878373037313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112076878373037313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112076878373037313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112076878373037313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-so-long-since-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112073107293545534</id><published>2005-07-07T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T05:51:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Had history and emaths today. History was alright, was lying on table when I got da paper and bernard and rashmi thought I fell asleep. Sigh, emaths was a killer lah. When I saw da first question of da paper, I went " BHAM" and lied on da table. But, there's this stupid question that's so long lah, almost occupying half of da page about what Mr A and Mr B. And i fucking stupid can. I don't even know how to change from dollars to cents. I ought to be shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BAH. Anyways, tmr will be ENGLISH!! YAY!!! I aint gonna bury myself under heaps and heaps of books. I thought there will be damn biology tmr, luckily wendy told me it's fer da express. If not, I'm so gonna kill myself if I find out that tmr got no biology. -phews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Went out with serena again just now. Got 2 packets of that, what's that called. Urhh, that " ding ding tang " or something? Yeaps, it tastes absolutely YUMMY lah. Anyone can buy that for me every single day? -grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Seriously, I don't like this feeling. I thought I could.. But, I can't. I'm not myself anymore. Da old yanhui is gone.. With da wind. I can't seem to find da real YANHUI back anymore. I want back my old self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm so lost, I can't seem to find my way out. I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh everyday. I don't want superficial laughters and smiles. I want that yanhui who used to laugh at everything and used to smile happily. *Sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112073107293545534?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112073107293545534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112073107293545534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112073107293545534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112073107293545534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/had-history-and-emaths-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112064451233582610</id><published>2005-07-06T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T04:46:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Fuck blogger. I lost everything that i've typed just now. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Went to Tampines with serena after my exams. Oh man. Ate so freaking much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna be freaking fat soon. I mean, real soon OK?! Ate at Pasta Mania. Some prawn pasta or something, couldn't remember da exact name fer it. Den, went to Gelare and ate their.. Chocolate mousse and chocolate delight. Freaking bloated. Seems like I'm eating so much just to forget my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shopped around, and i want that freaking Levi's squarecut jeans. BAH~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gonna meet up with serena again tmr. OMG. She's blardy dating me  now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today exams sucked. ARGH. I'm a potential Chem and Maths flunker. Didn't do section b of da Chem paper at all. I was literally staring into space and thinking about da past. Mrs Chong walked towards my table and she flipped thru my papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;" AIYO! Why never do? "&lt;/span&gt; She was shocked when she saw my half empty paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" Hais, don't know how to do leh. "&lt;/span&gt; I replied sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;" Must try lah. "&lt;/span&gt; She shooked her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" Don't care lah. My chem very lousy one. "&lt;/span&gt; Grinning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Five minutes later, Miss Tay talked to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;" Very obvious leh, your hair colour. "&lt;/span&gt; She smiled and said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" HAHA. I know. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Digressing abit, just wanna say, nobody catch me fer my dyed hair yet leh. HEE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OH! There's this freaky looking ahma came to me and touched my hand. And she spoke in hokkien or whatever shit alien language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahma : Xiu jeh ah, [ and she said something I totally don't understand here. ] But, I sweared I heard something like.. '' Gim zhua. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got freaking stunned. I almost wanted to scold her cos I tot she asked me to buy.. Incense paper!! LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HUH!!!!????&lt;/span&gt; " I stared at her, and walked off with serena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was cursing under my breath. Den, serena told me calmly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" She asked you wanna buy tissue paper anot. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TISSUESSSS!!! Nearly fainted. Why da hell I heard something like.. Incense paper?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What a fucktard. Can't da ahma learn english, fer goodness sake. So she won't  go around speaking in weird alien language that teenagers like us won't blardy understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YOU! Don't laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hui&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112064451233582610?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112064451233582610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112064451233582610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112064451233582610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112064451233582610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuck-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112056512889235167</id><published>2005-07-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:14:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112056512889235167?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112056512889235167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112056512889235167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112056512889235167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112056512889235167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-are-you-doing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112054772562680348</id><published>2005-07-05T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:29:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've deleted da previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's so blardy screwed up can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What on earth is happening now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've got totally no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very very vexed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What da hell happened to my two friends? What exactly happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everything I've said. Just fuck everything okayes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112054772562680348?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112054772562680348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112054772562680348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112054772562680348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112054772562680348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-deleted-da-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112023522366657559</id><published>2005-07-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:40:05.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;another night of insomnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;maybe.. we wasn't even supposed to be tgt in da first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;perhaps... time will heal all wounds, memories will become faint and melancholy will fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but even if tears will stop, memories will fade, but da love will still remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;thanks fer everything you had done fer me. i'm thankful of what i had before, a love to keep and share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;im sick and tired of clinging onto this. i want a man, not a boy who is so indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i tot i wont cry ystd night, but i still did. i'm not as strong as i seem. since i've decided to let go, just wanna hope he will take care and good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;vision blurred *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; the hardest part of loving someone is knowing when to let go and know when to say.. goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: thanks everyone fer talking to me and consoling me. you guys are da best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112023522366657559?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112023522366657559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112023522366657559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112023522366657559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112023522366657559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-112013301479682351</id><published>2005-06-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:33:35.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;; a memory last forever, never does it dies. true friends stay together, and never says goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i think.. i seriously need sleep. been sleeping at around 1am, 2am plus. hais. keep dozing off in class too, or just plainly staring into space, zoning out. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;been so long since i blogged. lazy lah. lol. okay okay, let's see what i did these few days. went fer humans ssp ystd afternoon. was sitting next to sharlene and.. guess what we did? not listening, of cos. lol. she was writing down song lyrics and i sang it with coco lee - before i fall in love tune. lol. laughed till stomach pain cos we must control our laughter if not mdm sharifah will seperate us. haha. i think i love sitting with sharlene leh. she's damn funny lah, always got weird ideas. lol. and we always do stupid things tgt. and, she's there fer me when im sooooooo down i tot i would jump. but, i dont dare lah. say only. HAHA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but dont see sharlene like abit anti social, abit.. QUIET. waaah, think you are so wrong lah. she's completely da opposite can. but she wil only show her LOUDNESS to pple she's close to. like to ME! especially when i stayed over at her house. lol. miss those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;miss those times when me, sharlene, priscilla, vivian and serena got together everyday in school. sat together during morning assembly, talking cock and laughing our ass off during lessons, sat at our usual table during recess, going gai gai after school. or even, skipping lessons, hiding at top level stairs in sch, skipping school, scolding da tchrs. all fer one, one fer all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hais. shouldn't reminisce so much. feeling kinda nostalgia now. lol. getting emo all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S : i think he* looked funny when he was sleeping just now. lol. ahh! he's gonna kill me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-112013301479682351?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/112013301479682351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=112013301479682351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112013301479682351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/112013301479682351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/memory-last-forever-never-does-it-dies.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111981586264630092</id><published>2005-06-27T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:58:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;There's not much going on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm really bored, it's getting late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What happened to my Saturday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Monday's coming, the day I hate.&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/13084267-111981586264630092?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111981586264630092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111981586264630092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111981586264630092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111981586264630092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/theres-not-much-going-on-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111981560198592149</id><published>2005-06-27T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:00:09.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yeahh... im so bored rite now n yet i cant slp. theres sch 2ml... what am i gonna do!? sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;went out to ktv, sang our hearts out n drank a little. *of coz i only sing eng song n sit back n relax while e other 2 sang chi song... haha... reached home ard 1am+ n eva since then been stuck onto this com...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;guess everybody is aslp now...! shit... feel like im talkin to myself... ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111981560198592149?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111981560198592149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111981560198592149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111981560198592149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111981560198592149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeahh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111976323898863166</id><published>2005-06-26T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:12:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yi qie yu guo tian qing le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(((((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;thanks sharlene. thanks fer talking to me last night. thanks fer being there fer me when i needed someone to listen and talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;da loneliness at night is unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;everywhere seemed so quiet, everyone was deep asleep. but im still wide awake at 6am. although i blasted my music so loudly, it didn't help much. i still feel so empty inside. i could hear da occasional engine sound from cars and motors passing by and jerked me back into reality. i was thinking of all those things that happened throughout this few months. although it may seem like a short period, i suddenly realised that i had been treating everything fer granted, been treating him fer granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i dint cherish what i had and really regretted when things turned bad. it wasn't what i had expected. i dint expect to have such a bad ending. i dint expect that it will hurt so badly. da truth hurts real badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;perhaps its difficult to get back like da past. perhaps it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;but since everything is solved now, i just want to be as happy as like how we was last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;but, anyways im happy now. HEE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;tears of elation.  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;iloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111976323898863166?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111976323898863166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111976323898863166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111976323898863166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111976323898863166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/yi-qie-yu-guo-tian-qing-le.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111959130349342692</id><published>2005-06-24T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:44:46.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after catching da [ jue dui superstar ] &lt;jue&gt;, people asked me this question.&lt;/jue&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;" you think that blind one will get into top 12? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;of cos&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as long as his voice is good, judges and audience should &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deprive him from getting into top 12. and from what i heard everytime, his singing is way better den loads. so what if he's blind? he's blind means cannot get in superstar lah? like, EYYS! what's up with da discrimination here? stop being prejudicial here. singapore seriously lack talents like him, so what if he's blind and needs people to help him along? no big deal what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; listen to his voice, people. his voice touches audience and even da judges' hearts. when he sang during da last week episode, even da judges dropped tears. is there anyone who can manage to let people cry when they are singing? a definite NO. can you? an absolute NO too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;use your ears to listen. don't be so bias against people who are blind. and you should be elated and fortunate that you aint born to be like them. and blind people are humans too, they should be given a chance to show their talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have feelings too, don't you think that he feel sorry fer himself as he thought that people are giving him sympathy marks? but i know singaporeans will give sympathy marks fer him but im sure that after watching his performance, they got touched and therefore they will be generous enough to sms and vote fer him. if his performance is bad, da judges can just fail him and nobody will even waste their money and vote at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KELVIN CHEN WEI LIAN , RAWKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hui&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111959130349342692?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111959130349342692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111959130349342692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111959130349342692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111959130349342692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/yanhui-after-catching-da-jue-dui.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111953927138714151</id><published>2005-06-23T23:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:07:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahaha... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no worries,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no quarrels,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;no break-ups,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;blahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;blahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;however, since yh is attacted... haha guess i should juz support her... yeahhhh... have fun with ur attacted life!! *i still think mine is better.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(take care anyway!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...winkss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm gonna stand, stand by your side. Make you believe again, I wanna look in your eyes now and see you smiling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111953927138714151?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111953927138714151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111953927138714151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111953927138714151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111953927138714151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/single-life-is-great-hahah_111953927138714151.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111952283997949804</id><published>2005-06-23T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:18:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;im tired of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;da frequent quarrels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;da frequent moodswings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;da frequent demands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but im sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;we will go thru every obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;we can stop quarrelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;accepting each other as da way they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i don't know what to do anymore. i abhorred this feeling of being lost.  i couldn't see what's in front of me. i wished i could have da power of predicting da future, so that i know who will be da one blocking infront of me from da dangers, what will i be in 10 years, what will we be doing when we get old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;could not fathom da feeling of fear. could not comprehend why is da loneliness suddenly revolving around me. could no longer grasp da meaning of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;why is it so complicated? why did everything got so screwed up? why will i get so fking emotional now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousands of ''why'' flashed across my mind. desperately in search of a listening ear. i cant seem to type everything out that's in my mind. questions too much, and da answers got none. at this point of time, i guessed da answers probably won't solve everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeding my colours into one. as if some catapult had fired me. am i stucked in square one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said enough. i don't wanna continue typing and end up getting confused. confused by all da ''whys''. but, thanks sharlene. thanks fer listening yesterday. love you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111952283997949804?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111952283997949804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111952283997949804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111952283997949804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111952283997949804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111945100314209793</id><published>2005-06-22T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T03:30:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;after one longggggg week, that computer guy finally came my house today to fix my blardy com. and he said my comp was infested with... stupid spywares. thats why they blocked my internet and made me cant log onto msn and everything. screw them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;went to dye my hair at JEANYIP yesterday afternoon with serena. that hairstylist physco me to do some hair spa and she claims that it would moisturize my hair, protect my scalp and blah blah blah. it cost me $30, kinda cheap aint it? and da dying hair cost like.. $68. so, add up cost like.. $100. that hairstylist recommends me to dye mahagony and some kinda violet colour. she said she'd mix this 2 colour tgt and guranteed it will be nice. and after 45 mins of sitting there talking cock with serena, presto! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NICE HAIR COLOUR!!&lt;/span&gt; abit &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, abit &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple-ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;helping chongjie with his new blogskin now. he seemed sooooo helpless, asking pple where to paste da tag codes and so on. and there's this part where this ''girl'' thingy is there, but i cant seem to find da code to change it. i guessed its fixed there. ohwell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hui&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111945100314209793?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111945100314209793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111945100314209793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111945100314209793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111945100314209793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/hoooooraaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111929838180351051</id><published>2005-06-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:13:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTYYY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wooohh.. met em' at 3pm at swensen's n ate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so damn full, yh still order &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;banana split&lt;/span&gt; n we ended up eating only 1/3 of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha.. all of us didnt finish our meal.. so wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after tt.. e guys went to play pool.. us gals juz walk ard heeren awhile then meet up wif e guys again. rushed down to compass point n brought e cake n when we reached b.day boy hse.. -_-" everybody still hanging ard.. gezz.. rushed for no reason.. haha. omg! b.day boy dad still orderd &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pizza n curry chicken&lt;/span&gt;.. haha bet his family will b eating over nite food for e nx few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;comes e fun part! went ktv.. stayed there like.. 4-5hrs? yeah.. till 3am. haha e guys sang very funny.. drank alot too. few of them were kinda drunk.. order too much beer alrd. like.. 4 jugs?! anyway, i drank quite alot but still strong! =P heh.. dad came n fetch me.. haha he waited so long for me.. felt bad.. so.. i drove him home!! =D frm hougang alllll e way back to geylang.. wahahha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*i wanna turn 18 asap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yahh... umm... yh was kinda sick... so i guessed she couldnt enjoy much. get well soon!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*when will b com b ready?! -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111929838180351051?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111929838180351051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111929838180351051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111929838180351051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111929838180351051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/partyyy-wooohh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111920908151849694</id><published>2005-06-20T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:29:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...haha i cant believe i completely forgotten abt it untill it was kinda late to do anything.. like 7pm. too late to book a restaurant n stuff. saw e papers, front page was some ex convict n his restaurant.. called them up n tried to make reservations but fully booked. -_-" ended up eating at some other place which was.. not bad.. but was so damn crowded.. waited for like 40mins! lousy service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;anyway, its jer's birthday!! yeah.. they gonna surprise him but i aint gonna join them in till later part of e day. (wayyy too inconvenient.. im stayin' in east!) ...many of em' backed out last min for what ever reasons but who cares? guess juz his close guy frns n some of us gals will be enuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yaaa... so, its like 3am... i really need to get some slp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i think im falling for u.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; aint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tellin'~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&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/13084267-111920908151849694?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111920908151849694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111920908151849694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111920908151849694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111920908151849694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111891920997643173</id><published>2005-06-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T03:54:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You try to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The things that you can't undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If I had my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today's the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I pray that we make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Make it through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You're the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You bring me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Back under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Back into your arms&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/13084267-111891920997643173?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111891920997643173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111891920997643173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111891920997643173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111891920997643173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-looked-awaythen-i-look-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13084267.post-111866210542751504</id><published>2005-06-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:34:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im pissed. im agitated. im frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really think you are that great? nahh, i dont fking think so. please stop saying you are great, your english is fantastic and so on. blah blah blah. everyone hates your arrogance. i sincerely hopes that your arrogance will get da better outta you and you will flunk every subject badly. did anyone tell you, you got an ego as big as da universe? did anyone tell you, you are so badly hated by pple around you? did anyone tell you to stop being over complacent or you will have absolutely no friends in da end? did anyone tell you that you have a major attitude problem? did anyone tell you that you have a very charcoal- black sulky face? oh gawd. you had so many serious bad points that can turn everyone off! yea, a major turnoff. nobody mention anything and here im wasting my brain cells, wasting my energy, wasting my blogging space, wasting my time just to type your bad bad points. aint it blatant, ignorant guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i decided not to mention your name out. i hope, i wish, i pray that you will read this entry of mine and ponder yourself, who im talking about. which i fking highly doubt so, cos you are just so fking arrogant and full of yourself, dont live in self denial anymore. dont walk around with that oh-im-very-cool face, it turns me off, completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay, dont wonder anymore. its YOU. yea, you. geddit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;fuck off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ahh, talking about you spoil my mood. BAHH~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anyways, attended humanities lesson today. when i reached da class, edwin was damn surprised to see me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;edwin: " eyy, yanhui! you got come ah!" - surprised look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ME: " OF COS LAH. " - grins proudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;edwin: " you turned tanned leh!" - smile on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ME: " really?! im so happy leh!" - grins widely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bernard: " sure black de lah, mix long with HIM le ma." - laughing loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ME: " dont lame lah. " -showing that you-are-so-lame face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bernard: " hahahahaha okok lah. " - still laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;^&amp;amp;* screw you. ahahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13084267-111866210542751504?l=we-will-always-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/feeds/111866210542751504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13084267&amp;postID=111866210542751504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111866210542751504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13084267/posts/default/111866210542751504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-will-always-be.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>jeremyanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598991036912238324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
