tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294747322011-04-22T11:44:18.546+08:00xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.comBlogger1471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-41285118785570880632009-04-09T16:55:00.005+08:002009-04-09T17:21:27.712+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><em>...<span style="color:#3333ff;">my </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">world </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">of</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">thoughts</span>...</em></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"></span></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">you know what...i think it's really great that i have this space</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">that i have not been using for so long to really vent out my frustrations to...</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">at least nobody will really know what i feel...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">just 3wks...and so much have change...i think my life is really a real joke...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">it's like everything and everyone is out to get me...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">ever since the day i had memories...i love tv and even storybooks...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">but home isn't what it's like in tv and storybooks......i then came to realise</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">at a very young age that reality is different and cruel...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">call me naive to wish and hope that my life could be somewhat like a fairytale...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">but no matter how much i try in the past...nothing would have change for the better...what more now...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">violence is always what my dad resorted to when nothing pleases him his way...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">no matter at what age...i witness his actions towards my mom, brother and myself...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">how could he stand up to his own actions all these while when right from the start</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">he did us wrong and destroy the marriage with his own hand?!? not once alone...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">but up to several times my mom has prentend to be ignorance about his affairs at home!!! </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">i've witnessed it myself at the age of six......</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">and i paid a big price for not playing pretend...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">petrified with fear is exactly the type of life i lived in...you wouldn't know</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">when would anything piss him off...everything must go his way or else......</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">even for the slightest thing you rebuke with him...it's also to his disapproval......</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">at certain times...you can even see him resort to using bamboo poles, metal rods,</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#000099;">or even throw funiture at "the victim"...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">comparison is what my mom is best at...she loves to compare...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">everything and anything in the world she could actually find a link to compare us with...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">especially me......from studies to savings to earnings to relations to my future...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">i'm aware that all parents compare...i guess it's human nature...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">that's why we even keep scores...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">but she is to the extreme...i know it's love that causes her to worry for me...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">that's why she even bother to compare......but even compare my relation with her marriage...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">and could even divert to talk about my future and even my marriage...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">to what she wants...what i should have...what i deserve...what it should turn out to be...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">and i can never ever tell her my thoughts nor feeling successfully,</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">simply because she doesn't ever listen to me...not once...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">not even for the slightest bit......</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">you know what is the best part??? she has the best imgination out of all the people</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">i know...she is very sensitive and will become suspicious......</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">which leads her onto her own imaginations...that she never speaks about and</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">accumulating every other day......pray that she doesn't flare...</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">because if she does...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">then will i come to know of the sentence she has announced me with...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">which...many a times aren't at all true... </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yes...my life is to live their way..."meixian do this...meixian do that...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">no meixian you can't have that...no meixian that is wrong...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">no meixian you can't learn that...meixian learn this..."</span> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yes...i am aware it is my future they both are concerned about...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">but it's always their say...my thoughts and decisions were never took into considerations...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">well...you can say because i'm still young...in fact to be honest i'm mature enough</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">since young to think for myself...to tell good and evil apart......</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">it's just you could not see from my angle<span style="color:#993399;"> of point......yet the reality is that</span></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#993399;">you all could be bothered to take the extra time out to listen or even ask</span></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#993399;">why is that my decision......always taking the easy way out that what you know </span></span><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#993399;">of </span></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#993399;">is the right way to do things...</span></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i see my life through...i admit that i cannot win fate...i took things their way...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">l</span><span style="color:#993399;">ead my life with an eye closed...took violence and comparision as just another part of my life...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">parents' countless fights and arguements i've always seen and heard...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yet when would all these ever come to an end???</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i've worked so hard for so long...thought that if only i was older...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i could change things...or even just to move out......</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">but now...it seems like i never will change anything......</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">the countless arguements i've heard in the past...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">a common word would always be spoken of..."divorce"...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">but y</span><span style="color:#993399;">et nothing would ever come out of it...maybe i ought to be thankful about...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">now...their "divorce" has came true......however...it's not a blessing...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">it's a misfortune...it's a total disaster!!! </span><span style="color:#993399;">for there goes a saying</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">"ren chao jia zhong mei hao hua"...it true......any all things came clean and clear...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">my brother and sister took this chance to escape from home and have all the fun</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">they </span><span style="color:#993399;">could have everyday...and me??? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">every single day my parents are telling me stories of the ugly side of each other...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">at the same time...forcing me to come to a decision on either of them to be with...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i find my parents such good story tellers...i'm so amused by them...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yet wanting to find </span><span style="color:#993399;">out the truth at the same time...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and guess what?! the best have yet to come...in the middle of the night...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">when everyone is fast alseep...my father woke us up and told us that we are all adopted children......</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">i was fascinated...</span><span style="color:#993399;">i'm so tired...so pressurized...i want to know the truth...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#993399;">nothing but the whole entrie truth...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i don't know who's lying and who making up stories with their creativity...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">but it has not just yet ended...then come pressure to ask of me to find my birth mom...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and ask of me to ditch my mom......to disown her...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i had enough!!! i'm tired!!! it's driving me insane!!! i have a mind of my own too!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">who cares about the truth?! who cares of whom is my birth parents or foster parents?!</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i don't!!! what matters to me is that you guys have done your part in grooming me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and educated me!!! and that's more than enough for me...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">a divorce doesn't mean that you need to involve your children into as well...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">you guys are driving me crazy with all these on goings...stop pushing me...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">i had enough...i'm at my wits end already...why can't anything be kept simple?!?</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">why must everyone complicate matters?!? *sobs*</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><em>humans<span style="color:#3333ff;">...so</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">complicated</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">...so</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;"> scary</span>...so<span style="color:#3333ff;">......</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">ugly</span> <span style="color:#33cc00;">deep </span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">within</span>...</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4128511878557088063?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-67072455799347427862008-11-21T15:33:00.005+08:002008-11-21T15:55:25.472+08:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">...ThE lOsT fEeLiNgS...</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></em></strong></span></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">no pride...no ego...<br />i just simply felt so stressed...<br /><br />i wasn't born a dancer...<br />neither was i born talented...<br /><br />i'm not strong in dancing...<br />not even closed to good...<br /><br />but i believe in trying and hanging on...<br />maybe i'm putting on a strong front...<br />but i have my thoughts and thinking too...<br />sometimes...i just need you to believe in me...<br /><br />i feel so stress at times with you...and i don't know why...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">i've lost myself...the one that used to be so strong...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">lost everything to confidence...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6707245579934742786?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-88203277745039503422008-11-16T17:30:00.002+08:002008-11-16T17:35:26.707+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><em>SpEcIaLlY fOr YoU!!~~</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">okay okay...i know i know...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">my blog is dead...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i'm writing in just to please this special luo han...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">promise her i'll blog...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">but i'm so sian of this skin...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i'll blog soon...properly...when???</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">when i have the time to do up a new skin...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">lalala...sorry treasa~~</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">muckzzz...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-8820327774503950342?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-90088261872760711542008-10-10T20:52:00.005+08:002008-10-10T23:18:36.045+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>???wHaT dO I wAnT tO AcHiEvE???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></span></span><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">zui jing hao duo gan chu...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">ye xiang le hen duo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">and realise that i've never seriously</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">thought about what i want in my life...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">saying that the expected life span for women is 80...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">i've wasted a quater of it fulfilling my parents' hopes &amp; dreams...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">plus satisfying others joy &amp; needs...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">...well...i guess i still did enjoy myself some what a little...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">at least...when i was doing volunteering work...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">everyone studies...plus chooses a course they hope to pursue further in...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">but me??? i'm where i am to fulfill people's dream...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">i thought of it as my initial stepping stone...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">but now...where is my next step??? where should i step to next???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">i totally have no idea...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">for a person that could have no choice over her path in her life...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">i really need to cultivate myself to something that i'm interested in...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">but...what am i interested in???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">or rather...what am i even good at???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">questions that i can't even answer myself...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">need to find out...need answers...need assurance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">...most importantly...i need to get my confidence back from all the setbacks lately...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-9008826187276071154?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-82205127848548134302008-10-07T12:40:00.038+08:002008-10-09T00:41:53.694+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>...My ToLeReNcEs LeVeL jUsT sNaPpEd...</em></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">you think i'm strong...it's just that you don't see me cry...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the me that you used to see...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">laughing away and going crazy...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">do you know what was deep down inside???</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">now...i had enough...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and all i wanna do is to breakdown and cry...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">do you think i enjoy keeping everything to myself and suffer</span></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"> in silence???</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">have you ever tried it???</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the feeling of nobody to turn to...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the feeling of nobody to speak to...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">it is not at all easy...and the feeling is not at all good...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i know i'm not alone...i can see everybody...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i know there are always people beside me...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but not everytime it's correct nor do i have the apporpriate opportunity to do so...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">letting out and sharing is not something i am used in doing...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and i was brought up this way...to suffer alone...in silence...</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">guess in many ways i'm very alike with my mummy...having the need to ren...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and now...i finally bursted...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">alot have been happening...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">nothing is going smoothly...ever...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">in school...at this point of time...i do not know what else to say...<br />so many things have been going on...to some i am not any better...<br />to some i am not any stronger...to some i may only be a weakling...<br />but i'll only say move on...holding no grudges if you want to grow...<br />every event that had happened are just part and parcels of learning...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">you may agree...and you may not...mentally we do differ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">all i hope is the classes...camps...talks...and leadership training which </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">i</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">submitted</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">names to...that you all did gain from there...and use them in future purposes...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">mummy was admitted into hospital...she had a head injury...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">with severe bleeding...and is having an infection now...</span></strong><br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">at home...dad is starting his nonsense again...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">for someone who hasn't been doing his part as a father nor husband...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">yet he has the cheek to say that he is the best role model for us to look up to...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">being unreasonably violent...cheating on the family...you call that a role model?!?!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">'m not at all rude or stubborn to not listen to your pritching because you have no stand...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">you've never fed for me...never supported me financially...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">never shown care nor concern...let alone saying love for your wife and kids...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the scenes you've repeatedly create is just getting on my nerves...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the sight of you not only anger me...and it disgust me as well...</span></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">you have of no right to shoo us out of the house when you contributed nothing at all!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">when you didn't even provide the most basic things...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i use to hate you to the max...but now......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">your actions...your violence against me...i'll tolerate...</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">because i know...that one day...when i suceeded...you're left with nobody...but yourself...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i failed my supplmentry paper...i knew i would have to repeat...but i seriously am pissed...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i wouldn't blame anyone because of something i didn't put effort into...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but why?!? why must my lecturer make me repeat a semester when they don't have to?!?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i can repeat my module with my PRCP...i honestly don't mind the stress!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i mean how much stress can it be??? i've gone through worst......</span><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">i really cannot afford another semester...i don't have that extra cash...<br />i've stopped working already since i've payed of last semester's fees...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">it's close to a $1,400 per semester...and if you think it's easy to earn that money...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i had to work 3jobs for it...and working during school has cost my grades to be affected...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i've struggled so hard to year3...and now fail a module?!? and repeat another semester?!?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">why?!? i really do not have sufficient time to go earn that money already!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">let alone that...school wants me to repeat two module when i only failed one...why is it so?!?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">for a friend which i used to look up to...i'm disheartened...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i never knew such actions would be resorted...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">to think back...there was really a change in you since i knew you...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">maybe...the you i knew wasn't the real you...or maybe now it isn't the real you...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i don't know...i guess that question...only you can answer to...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">for me...you inspired me...let me confide in...speered me on...and destroyed my hopes...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but still...i'm glad...glad to have known you...because from you i'd learnt alot...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">no matter how much harm you've done to me behind me...i accept them...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">because i still love you as a friend...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and if anyday...you need...i'll still be the same phone call away...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">this is what i promised to you which i'll always keep... </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">my leg seriously still have a long way to the road to recovery...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the first time i'm forced to do up a choreo for show case...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the first time i enjoyed making up a piece...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and the first time i injure myself in dance...it ended up so seriously...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but because of PolyForum...i've gained alot of stuff...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and most importantly...i've learnt and seen things that few can expiernce...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and passion and achievement is not somethings said...it's done and achieved...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">which i saw...participated...and felt...</span></strong><br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">no matter what happens...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">no matter how you try to harm me...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">no matter how you try to hurt me...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">no matter how ever sulky my life is...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">you can never bring me down...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i may be dishearten...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i may have brokendown...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but none of these happenings in life could bring me down...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">because i have a dream that i started out with...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and i will achieve it no matter what strikes me...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">from this moment...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the word hatred is no longer in my dictionary...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">if i need to cry till i dehydrates...i'll do it...</span></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">if i need to eat non-stop just to surpress my furstrations and saddness...i'll do it...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and then after...it's time to move on...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i need a life...and dwelling on would not give me anything...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">live in happiness = one day; live in uphappiness = one day...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i choose to be happy...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">though i'm not as strong as you think i am...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but from now...i won't let you see me cry...</span></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">**crying my heart out...</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">forcing food down the throat...</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">all i need is to balance of my emotions just like how i did all these years...</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">but somehow...i've lost my directions...i'm no longer as strong neither do i know how to put on the strong front any longer...but i really don't what to do...nor do i know how can i help myself......i'm suffocating myself...still floating around...and all i want and hope for is just a wooden plank for me to rest on till i finally find my own way......**</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-8220512784854813430?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-43108767337992859902008-07-25T00:13:00.002+08:002008-07-25T00:58:39.481+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"><em>My HeArT wAs BrOkEn By YoU</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">19th July 2008</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000099;">first time in my life...i left home...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">i'm so tired of all the nonsense...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">and i'm very very tired...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">10 over years...why??? </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">why must you say that???</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">son or daughter...am i not your child???</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">must you hurt my heart so deeply???</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">my heart shattered upon hearing those words...</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">21st - 25th July 2008</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000099;">i was here by your side all these years...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">never once have i left you...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">is that why the way you treat me???</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">only will you bother till i'm gone...</span> <span style="color:#000099;">now the concern you've shown...is it true???</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">you make me wonder more...</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">and the more the hurt you are creating upon me...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4310876733799285990?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-8961058561069273392008-06-29T01:33:00.000+08:002008-06-29T03:04:54.029+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...eMoTiOnS</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">rUnNiNg My ThOuGhTs...</span></span></span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /></strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>human beings never ever learn to appreciate till things are gone...<br />always pushing blames and responsibilities away...<br />and running away from all problems and obstructions...<br /><br />if you love and care...show it out...<br />if you hate and feel unfair...voice out...<br /><br />why wait???<br />why wait till everything had happened???<br />why wait till after pushing away the blames and pin-pointing???<br />why wait till after hurting then you go about declaring???<br /><br />memeories and songs shared...<br />problems encountered...<br />presents exchanged...<br />never seemed to have meant anything...<br /><br />your love...is so complex...<br />your thinking...are so self-centered...<br />you claim to know and understand...<br />but nothing would ever ever ever stay put...<br />everything changes even for the least bit...<br /><br />nothing is impossible...<br />it just take a little effort to make a difference...<br />and you've never noticed because you're not willing to...<br /><br />bu zai hu shou yi bu jie yi...<br />bu jie yi shou yi bu zai hu...<br /><br /></strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">waiting is never the solution...<br />should rather think of solutions to the problem...<br />speak what you mean...and mean what you say...<br />don't make empty promises...<br /><br />wanting others to know then share clearly...<br />don't go about bitting the bush...<br />you're just toying around with my feeling...<br /><br />your every word and action affects me...<br />and honestly...i'm tired...<br />tired of playing such xin li zhang with you for so long... </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">--<--@</span> happiness is a choice that requires effort at times...*emo-ing*</span></em></span></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-896105856106927339?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-13872027778580203212008-06-16T23:59:00.001+08:002008-06-17T00:50:16.777+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>...to my very special friend...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">it's always about dance...about the club...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">if we don't say...<br />everyone would say and thought that we're the best of friends...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">yet then again...are we???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">everything we started out with is all cause of a passion...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">we had built everything up by trust...by hope...<br />by goals...by interest...by love...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">but because of our post...<br />because of the club...<br />we've been into endless arguements...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">it affects me...<br />it affects me totally and greatly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">and i trust and know that it affects you too...<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">i love you very much...<br />no matter how many times you've disappointed me...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">and no...no that i want to end our relation...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">because we've just started...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">and going to the next level...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">but it hurts...<br />and it hurts very badly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">i do not know where to start...nor to end...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">all i can say is that...i really love you...*cries*</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-1387202777858020321?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-79130892780661696622008-06-16T23:53:00.004+08:002008-06-17T00:27:50.174+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>...meixian is offically a member of the club...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">everytime with regards to club politics and issues...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i feel so stressed...and upset...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">never once did not not shed my tears...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">but why everyone seems to enjoy creating problems...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet leaving me there alone to clean up their mess???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">telling me that you guys want to help...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet why?! why create problems and issues for me?!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm tierd...am utterly disappointed...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">no longer do i want to carry on with all this...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">since you guys can dance better than me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">since you guys think you all are wiser and more decisive than me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">this club is now officially in you guy's hand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">with regards to club matters...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">please revert to treasa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">meixian is no longer going to bother...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">unless otherwise told...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-7913089278066169662?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-89966650426643096872008-06-06T21:48:00.002+08:002008-06-06T21:56:27.333+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...sEeInG sTaRrY sTaRs EvErYwHeRe...</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">have been folding STARS since tuesday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">though i'm a star fan...lolx...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">it's a little too much liao...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">never stopped folding...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">fingers arms eyes and neck are aching...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">hahahazzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">it's super ADDICTIVE...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">i just couldn't stop...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">anyways...next two weeks are holiday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">if you happen to be free on the 10 &amp; 11 June...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">do come by blk E.307 between 10am ~ 4pm...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">yes!!! to fold stars...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">they aiming for 300,000 if i never remember wrongly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">it's for breaking some Singapore's record...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">and also for CHARITY!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">have a heart and come down to support!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">see you there!!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-8996665042664309687?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-63570514662781844972008-06-04T01:58:00.006+08:002008-06-06T21:46:59.780+08:00<span style="color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">...My tHoUgHtS nOw...</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>you know what???</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>i'm going to announance it to them tomorrow...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>i know this decision made will not please all...</strong><br /><strong>i know some or even many may raise certain issues...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>but after much consideration...</strong><br /><strong>this is definitely the best for the club...</strong><br /><strong>therefore...i'm ready to face all that will come...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>i'll explain everything...</strong><br /><strong>whether or not they want to listen i cannot control...</strong><br /><strong>because some mindset i cannot change...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>it's not fair that such mess were left to me to clean up...</strong><br /><strong>with no support and no understanding...</strong><br /><strong>yet only stress and expectations...</strong><br /><strong>i swear that i will put things in place before passing it on...</strong><br /><strong>because it's even more unfair to let the next batch handle that...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>now i feel so good...<br />because finally i'm getting somewhere...<br />what i set out to put everything right are starting to form...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>yet now only then i see the true side of everyone...</strong><br /><strong>no longer do i know if i should be angry or rather disappointed...</strong> </span><span style="color:#009900;"><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>PS to Era Hilarious GreenApple PewPew FeiFei &amp; NR20 click:</em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>i want to thank you people that really stood by me...</strong></em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>because most of you are not even in the club...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>thank God for blessing me with you people...if not i guess by now.........</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>i may have been driven to my wits and gone into depression already...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>[though i know you all say i live in IMH, but that's not the point]...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!</strong></em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6357051466278184497?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-8479204003186023302008-05-30T00:39:00.006+08:002008-06-03T03:10:44.368+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">...wO zHeN dE sHoU gOu Le...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">everything is not what you see...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how much do you all even know me???</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm strong minded...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm straight forward...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm firm at work...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm very emotional...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm never personnal...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i can be sarcastic and mean...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i can be nice and crazy...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">but do you all know how dumb i am???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i keep things to myself...anything and everything...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">am always putting on a brave front......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how many of you actually see me breaking down and cry???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'll say not even a hand full...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">who and what exactly am i to you all???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">a nobody...a bitch...bossy...demanding...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">draggy...lazy...lousy...biased...disgusting...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">unreasonable...all in all fucked up...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">sad to say all these to put myself down...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">but i've heard enough......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">heard enough of all you people's judgements...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm utterly disappointed...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">you people expect me to do things your way...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">expect me to know what you all feel or think...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">expect that i know everything...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">but can i ask......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how many spoke to me about how they feel???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how many spoke to me about what they want???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how many asked me why that decision???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">nobody...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet many expect me to know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet many complained about me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet many hear the complains...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet many agree with whatever heard...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">then can i ask again......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how true is the source???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">is it fair to hear what you want to hear only???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">is it fair to only hear from one side???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">how many clarrifed the source of what you had heard???</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">let me tell you this...do not assume...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">meixian is not a God...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">meixian do not know unless you speak up...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">don't expect me to know anything unless you spoke to me about the matter...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">don't expect me to know anything unless you heard me hearing the issue...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">because by assuming...it only make an ASS out of U and ME...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">from the very day i was in this post...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">every single day...SA dance is a part of my life...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">it's always haunting me with problems...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>from the smallest...</strong><strong>to the stupidist...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>to the biggest...</strong><strong>to those that can never be saved...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">EVERYDAY!!! EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and yet i still have my own family matters to handle......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and i'm sick...sick and tired of all you people...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">super pissed with you people...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">nobody ask...nobody bother...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">just there to ASSUME and EXPECT...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i have person A who say will support from now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">will be there to share my burden...to do his/ her own part...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">but then??? where is this person during practices???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i have person B who say want this want that...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">but had never spoken to me...and expect me to know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i have person C who expect things to be done his/ her way...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">pissed when decision made differs...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet never question why the differences...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and then just going around telling others off...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i have person D always waiting for things to happen...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and when things go wrong...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">he/ she only bother to sulk and wait for others to find solutions...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i have person E who is so hyper and entu...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">always wanting to create or teach new stuff...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet never consider the fact if members are up to it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">pissed when ideas are not approved...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i have person F who seeks for my opinon or approval</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000066;">...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">when he/ she had already decided...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">when action had already been implemented...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i can tell you i know all the little little happenings going on...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">be it in front of me...or even behind my back...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">so many things i do not even want to say</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">because i want to give everyone a chance to speak up...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and simply because after what we had gone through together...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yet...i realise how stupid i am...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">no matter how many told me to hang on...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">no matter how many people ask me to quit...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">no matter how many times i fail...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">no matter how much i try...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">you people just feel it's wrong if things turns out differently from what you want...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">you people just think that i'm out to get you...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">let me tell you all this...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">decision made are not to please any single one of you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">decision chosen is dependent on which benefits the club more...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">yes... i make the final decision...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and if you are not pleased with it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">then fine...please tell me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i'm offering this piece of EXPECTING job to anyone now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">i would be pleased enough to let you have a try...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">try working with school's regulations and limitation...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">try working under pressure of those who you consider friends now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">try working with outside catherers mistakes and handling all situations...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">try working with expectations and assumptions...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">then tell me how the job is like...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">it's always easier said then done...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and if you do the job better then me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">by all means...i'll give you the post...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>if none speak of the matter...</strong><strong>then i'll close this chapter...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">and hope to see no more expectation and assumptions...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-847920400318602330?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-83842099768880392422008-05-26T10:55:00.003+08:002008-05-30T00:37:43.265+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>...SaTuRdAy...24. 05. 08...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>i'll always remember i went into Changi Prison on this day...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>for some "exchange arts programme" i will say...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>FB...BE...VE...and of course us SA...were all there...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>we sang and danced...and guess what??!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>EXCHANGE PROGRAMME!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>the prisoners too put up a very well done performance for us!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>my goodness...i'm telling you...they were GOOD!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>from instrumental playing...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>to arcapella...to singing...to dancing...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>drats...too bad we were short of time...<br />if not we could even see them act!!!<br />they even have drama lahz!!! </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>it's called PAC [performing arts centre]...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>and they get professional training everyday...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>from 9am to 5pm...and get paid for learning!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>AND IT'S NOT ALL!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>they have proper sound system...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>proper lighting...proper instruments...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>and proper staging with super soft carpet lahz!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>damn cool right?!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>if can i really do not mind getting jailed...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>get paid to learn...with proper environment and instructor...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>plus a guranteed job hunted done by them...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>what is there to complain about??! </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>it's all FREE-OF-CHARGE!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>ALL are 100x better than what NYP provide us with...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"i'm washed out...<br /> i've been put down...<br /> i've been told i'm no good...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> i feel so lonely...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> i've been cheated...<br /> i've been misunderstood..."</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-8384209976888039242?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-27527116914902378542008-05-13T15:17:00.002+08:002008-05-13T15:40:24.043+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">...NeEd A mIgHtY sAvEr...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">ahhhh!!! can anyone save me??!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i'm so super duper bored!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">ended school at 1050hrs...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">ate me lunch...then project...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and now...i'm all alone...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">nicholas and eunice left...sobsob...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">in studio...stretching...<br />lolx...for once i'm hardworking...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">going to do up my presentation soon...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">yeah...goldfish come liao...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">whahaha...got people entertain liao le...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">ooo...i so happy...<br />pew pew say she help me do up blogskin...<br />she demanded me for pictures...<br />hahaha...yeah...siao...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i'm happy though i do not know how it looks like...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-2752711691490237854?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-24456594078151396362008-05-10T01:05:00.007+08:002008-05-11T01:30:26.298+08:00<span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i haven updated for ages...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>it's not that i have been too busy...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>it's just that i had so much in mind...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>that i do not know where to begin with...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>today at this point...it marks a new day's begining...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>this week is more or less over...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i should say it's been a...hmmm...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>erm...rather "interesting" week for me...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>suddenly today...everything was so clear to me...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i saw through people's actions and character...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and it really made me wondered WHY...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>there are so many whys...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>but then again...why do we even compare???</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>is it fair to compare???</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>what sets the comparison marking???</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>who judges all the comparisons???</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>how exactly are comparison made???</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and was there a need to even compare???</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>it not nice to put people down...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and it's also not nice being put down upon...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>what's more from who that should actually understood us...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>but i'm indeed thankful for all these happenings throughout this week...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i know i have not been voicing out how stressed i felt...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>seriously speaking...after 2350hrs just now......</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i felt the sense of relise like never before!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i've been under all this stress and pressure since thrown this job...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i've been telling myself that i will be strong...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>that no matter what happened i will hang in there...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>but no matter how i lie to myself......</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i was always at the edge of breaking down...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>because i never get the support i needed...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and nobody was there for me like they said they would be...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>the only support i had all this while was SAO...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>be it many a times i went up to edelweis to say take me off this post...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>SAO stood by me all this while...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>they were the only ones that adviced...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>they were the only ones that provided me with choices...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>they were the only ones that never push me to my wits...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i've sent over 80 messages in less than 10mins...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and that i've heard what most of you had said...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i'm so glad!!! beyond words could explain my happpiness!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>that over this few days...people saw and felt what i did over 10 months...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and that from NOW onwards...IT'S OUR NEW BEGINING!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>our passion burns for dance...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>we are in this club together...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>we work as one...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>we support each person...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and most importantly...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>we are here to learn together...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i thank God...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>thank Him for treating us unfairly...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>thank Him for letting all this happened in just four days...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>i'm so proud of every single one of you!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>because of this happenings...we stood as one...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>we supported each and everyone emotionally...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>for the first time ever in this club i felt such bond!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>and together from now...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>this bond will only burn even stronger!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>that we will only work even closer together!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>that nobody can break this special bonding in us!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>we shall and we will sail through all storms together!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>PS: thanks for all the support today...</strong><br /><strong>i love you all Danz INC.!!!</strong><br /><strong>we can do it!!! and we WILL do it!!!</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-2445659407815139636?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-15262837388411692522008-02-14T14:22:00.004+08:002008-02-14T14:32:19.365+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...LoVe Is In ThE aIr...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hahaha...really super long since i blogged...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">anyway i promise to do it by next week...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">okay...i'm at home...on this day......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">erm...one word...incredible???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">no no no...today cannot go out...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hai...tommorrow exam start liao le...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hmmm...so happy valentine to all out there</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">who has to study with me on this day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">do not worry if you are not celebrating...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">for if you love...everyday he/ she will be your valentine...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">cheezzz ---<--@</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-1526283738841169252?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-50973232470786314402008-02-14T14:21:00.000+08:002008-02-14T14:22:19.495+08:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;">CNY updates will come soon...i promised nick... =)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-5097323247078631440?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-8959678505082223342008-01-16T03:54:00.000+08:002008-01-16T03:54:39.562+08:00<strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...a MeSsAgE tHaT i ShOuLd sAy LoNg AgO...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i once thought i was being dumb...<br />but now from the way you say things...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i realise that it was you being childish......</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i am sorry that you have to go down to auditorium </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">less frequent in order to avoid bumping into me...</span></em><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">your attention...<br />is something i realise i am getting very often...</span></em><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">maybe you do see me frequently...<br />but apparently...i have a problem which you do not know...<br />that is i cannot spot a person/ people in a crowd...<br /></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">to state the fact...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i never once did let go completely...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">no matter how long it was...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i guess 4years odd does not make any difference...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">because the person who i was with for the longest time of my life...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">does not know me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">for failing to let you know the me inside out...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i do not know i should be disappointed in myself...or in you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">no matter how much you had hurt me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">no matter what you said to your friends...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">no matter how much your friends had intruded into my privacy...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i had let it all past...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">because deep down inside...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">my love for you was still there...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">till the point that you look me up to say that you care as a friend...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">that you are willing to help with my problems...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">that you will be there to listen to my sorrows...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">my love for you was still there...increasing......</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i read this phase somewhere once...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">if a couple can still remain as friends after they broke up...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">there are only two simple reasons...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">one...they still have feelings for each other...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">two...one of them just hope to muo muo de fu chu...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i was so touched when i heard the song you played for me on your blog...<br />the songs you chose one after another for me were songs you sung...<br />that brings back lots of memories...lots of happy memories...<br />which melted me so much...<br />that i want to tell you "i love you"...<br />but then......you stabbed me right at my heart once more......<br />on one hand...you state that they are for me...</span></em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">on the other hand...</span></em></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">very same songs are for someone else too...</span></em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;">dots...</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i did told you sometime ago to leave me alone...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">because i do not want to fall any deeper into this tangled feeling of my own...</span></em></span></strong><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">i feel so super stupid...so kok...</span></em></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">so what if i still had feelings for you???</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">so what if i had been waiting???</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i was nothing but a fool...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">a fool waiting like a pathetic idiot...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">for something which would never happen for the second time again...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">i thank you for everything...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">be it causing me to fall in love with you once again...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">or be it causing me feel more hurt...and much like a fool once more...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">thank you...</span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">thank you for letting me see the clear picture...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">your love...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">was something that i longed for...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">but something i will never get...</span></em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-895967850508222334?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-33969595393770139252007-12-22T06:43:00.000+08:002007-12-22T06:37:44.400+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">...I gUeSs I aM tOtAlLy WoRtHlEsS...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">woke up today...and i had to rush to school asap...because as usual...i was late......<br />ended project an hour before my estimated time...<br />and as you guys know...<br />lately there is two big problem with me almost everyday...<br />one - my gastric...vomiting blood...<br />two - my back injury...sharp pains...<br />am early...so i gladly had in mind where i should go to buy a nice meal for myself... before heading down for work...<br />but had certain issues that is needed to be settled...<br />recieved a call...i thought it was just a small matter...<br />which he has a habit of not listening in when i had already answered his questions...<br />thus...he repeats and repeats and repeats himself...<br />and i answered and answered and answered him...<br />in the end...i don't know why he had to drag issues</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">unrelated to the topic and find fault as well...<br />so...the matter grew bigger and bigger...till it got out of hand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and worst of all...he said that i never respect him as my senior alumni advisor...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">just because he felt that my tone of voice is not very nice...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">hello...this is my voice...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">if you do not like it...then don't talk to me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i live in this world not to please you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not have to soften my voice and speak to you sweetly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">which i don't do it to anyone...<br />if you guys ever heard me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">by now...you all should know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">there is three different meixian...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">kok and stupid sounding when i crap...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">stern and firm sounding when i have serious issues...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">unreasonable and vulgar when i am pissed...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and that goes to show how "much" he have been talking to me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and how "little" i have been talking to the club...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">that all along nothing had ever went into his ears...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">that he is not even aware of how i talk...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and gladly accused me of disrespecting him that i raised my voice at him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">if i was disrespecting...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">trust me three words would have came out...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">alongside with a unpleasent hand sign...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">no one in this world is perfect...<br />God make us who we are...<br />we are all unique...special...and beautiful...<br />that is why we are different...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">but just because he said that my tone of voice was not very nice...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">he accused me of raising my voice at him...and being </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">disrespectful to him...in his yahoo post...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and so that was very nice of him to do that lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">ahhh......now i see...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand why he has to act as though he is another peter...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand why he too has to find someone to put blame at...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand why he has to mix personal feeling in with the topic...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand why he has to drag other issues in and cause things to get out of hand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand why he has to get peter involved...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i do not understand why he says that he is quitting...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">no doubt he is more senior...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">no doubt he is of more higher ranks...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">no doubt he is more expirenced...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">but there is one thing a person must know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">when it comes to saying whether or not others respect you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">you should ask oneself if you did respect others...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it respectful when he can cut the my statement as and when he likes...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">but says that i am rude and disrespectful to cut his statement??? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it respectful of him to ask me to "shut up! shut up! shutup!"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">over and over and over again???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it respectful when it was a one to one conversastion yet the phone was</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">passed over and over as and when you two felt like it without even saying???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it respectful that you guys turned on the loudspeaker to listen</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">to the conversation when it was clearly a one to one talk???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it respectful that he overheard the conversation</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and just </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">cut in as and when he felt like it???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">so what if i am a junior to both of you???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i respect you both as a seniors in dance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">but was i even given something called basic respect???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was i even treated as a human being in both your eyes???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it fair to make it a two to one talk without stating???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">is this called respect???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">you said this to me..."gain respect...create and image"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">then let me tell you this...thanks...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">thanks for creating an image in my eyes...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and thanks...for letting me respect both of you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">do you have any idea that...</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">he was the one who told me to voice out so long i feel that it is wrong...<br />he was the one to ask me to set my stand...<br />he was the one who i looked up for advices...<br />he was the one who i respect and looked up upon because he could</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">achieve so much in dance when he came in with nothing much...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">BUT...he was the one who accused me...<br />BUT...he was the one who said that i disrespect him...<br />BUT...he was the one who state that i should not be voicing out...<br />BUT...he was the one who state that my stand was wrong...<br />BUT...he was the one who said that my answers are not what he want...<br />BUT...he was the one who started a super big issue over something which has no harm...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">do you have any idea that...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was my idol...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one whom looked up upon because she is so beautiful when she dances...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one who let me set my goals and dreams for dance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one who i respect most...because she speaks up when she feels it's wrong...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one for me to confide into...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one who told me to hang in there...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one who said that she would be there to support me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one i cared most about...even more than my own bf...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she was the one who i looked up for advices...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">BUT...she was the one who broke my heart totally...because of one sentence from her...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and i knew...there was no point in the conversation any more...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">as her sentence only had him and him alone in her thoughts...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">at that moment...my heart shattered...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">she wasn't the her i used to know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">the her that stands up for rights...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">the her that do not mix personal feelings in...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">the her that is rational...</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">that her...has disappeared...has gone......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i cried...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">the last time i cried in public transport...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was when my ex broke my heart......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i sweared that i would never ever cry like that ever again...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i did not...it was just alot worst than that...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i cried throughout our conversation...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">from yck...to city hall...and all the way to my work place...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i've finished four full packets of tissues and still needing more...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">he noticed and said why am i crying???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">not as though my crying would slove things...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">not as though my crying would let me win...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">but...she only realised i was crying when i reached my work place...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">cried because i felt so helpless...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i felt so unfair...i felt so argh...i felt so tiny...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">it's beyond words that i could discribe how i felt...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">let alone said that...i wasn't even treated as though i'm a human...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i wanted to...and had always wanted to leave this post...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i myself have to much in hand and mind to handle and balance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">try leaving in my family enviroment...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">try working three jobs just to meet the amount for your school fees...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">try saving, calculating and gathering every single bit left for your expenses...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">try going to classes all worked out, sleeps in class and</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">hope to pass you module when your book is as good as new...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and guess what???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">you still have to recieve additional and unnecessary stress from dance......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">now that finally someone opened his mouth and ask me to fuck off from SA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">seriously and honestly...right from the bottom of my heart...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">THANK YOU...you do not know how much it means to me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">it is a relief for me...a big big big relief...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i have passion...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i am not technichally train...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i have no background...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though it is my interest...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i enjoy it very much...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i have learnt alot...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i have improved...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">though i have come so far...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">no doubt my leaving he would say i am just striking off responsibilities...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">but now...i am willing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">willing to give up my hopes and dreams...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">willing to give up hanging on...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">because...i am tired...totally drained...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">because...i no longer want to stress myself...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">because...i give up the club...and i give up myself...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">come to think of it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it worthy of me to go hungry with no food the whole day till now???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it worthy of my tears???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it worthy for my puffy eyes???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it worthy of me to wear a fake smile and put on a brave front at work???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">was it worthy of me to lose sleep...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">and to go for work in an hour without any sleep???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">am speaking to SAO side every soon to get my leave approved...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">will update once aprroved...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">i am just an empty shell...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">with no soul...no desire...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">with no hopes and dreams...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">with no direction...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">for i am worthless...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-3396959539377013925?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-8105951843742706742007-12-08T00:00:00.000+08:002007-12-09T00:17:04.458+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...8th dEcEmBeR 2007...sUrPrIsE sUrPrIsE...</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">*yawnz*...super tired...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">was at jess's grandmother's house yesterday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">left at 1am++ with treasa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">slept at 4am++...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">we were baking cake for zelia...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and guess what?! we invented a new cake...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">strawberry butter cake...hahazzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">which...i must say it taste rather good...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">FIRST...i cheated zelia out for buffet...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and also lied that buffet end at 3:30pm...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">[when it actually ends at 5pm]</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">in order for her to come down earlier...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">then caused her to rush...hee...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">SORRY!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">SECOND...i lied to her that i met treasa and jess along the way...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and they were going to catch a show after their buffet...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">so i cut the queue and join them instead...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">[but we planned to meet already...</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and she</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">believed </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">me...even said that i was clever lahz!!!]</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hahazzz...kok...so easy to bluff...hahazzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">SORRY SORRY!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">THIRD...got our seats...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and guess what???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">she realise i lied to her about the timing lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and i thought she figured out...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">BUT...she didn't...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hahazzz...KOK!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">FOURTH...celebrate birthday...must have cake mahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">treasa bring her go toliet while we prepare the cake...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">she gotta throw away our "edvidence"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and guess what when she saw the cake???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">she thought we bought the cake...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">-,-''' ...DIAO~~</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">FIFTH..."award ceremony"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">we gave our present one by one...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">shook hands and took pictures at the same time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and...a big big problem came...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">ZELIA CRY!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">ahhh...she touched touched...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">tears roll non-stop...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hahaha...so funny...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and and and...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">NOW then realise that we did not met by coincident...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">that it was all planned for her...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hahazzz...SLOW KOK!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">THEN...we proceeded to the cinema...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">she thought we were going to play archade...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">when we gave the movie ticket and entered...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">she was so stunned lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hahazzz...SO FUNNY!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">LASTLY..."boxing time"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">she unwrapped our presents...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">and the only sentence i could describe her with was......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">SHE WAS SO CUTE!!! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">hope you enjoyed yourself today...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">at least there wasn't any black forest...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">instead...there were lots and lots of PINK...ah haa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">*cheez*...muckzzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>*sorry...pictures will be uploaded shortly...busy busy busy you know...hee*</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-810595184374270674?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-20093941540017352752007-12-06T18:34:00.000+08:002007-12-06T22:58:03.771+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">...i Am BrEaKiNg DoWn...I gIvE uP...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i'm typing this when dance class is going on...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">when stretching is being conducted...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">when everyone is dancing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">seriously am not in the right state of mind right now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i know i should not be doing this...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">but i really need to control my feelings...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">and at this point...i feel like exploding...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i've been keeping everything inside always...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">problem or not...</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">stress or not...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">you will definitely see me smile...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">unless i breakdown...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">but now......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">what did i know???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;">what did i do???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;">even the club name at state...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;">i'm not even aware off...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;">and what have i done???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">do not know what i can do for dance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i do not know am i even up to it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">everyone has their own thoughts and opinion...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">and when they had already decided...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">or when things had already happened...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">then i am being told...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i feel so transparent...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i feel so worthless...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">though i'm not talented...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">but because i really love dance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i rather sacrifice time with my boyfriend...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i rather sacrifice time to go and work...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">it's not that i do not love him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">it's not that i do not need money...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">but it's just that i have interest...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">maybe you all do not see how stress i am...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">maybe you all do not know how much problems i have...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i seriously do not want to be the head...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i seriously do not want these stress...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i seriously do not want these responsibilities...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have already enough of it personally...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i only want to treat this as a CCA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">just want to come and go happily and freely...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">head or no head is it important???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have people planning everything...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have people deciding everything...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have people who do not discuss with me.. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have people commending me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have people telling me what to do...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have people who do not listen...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i even have people asking me to F others when i feel there is a need to...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">just scold??? *laughs*</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">do you think it's of any use???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">who am i to tell people off???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i am not a good dancer...have no background...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i am here today...able to dance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">just because i hold on to it...till now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">why am i in this position i do not know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">but when you have no authority...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">plus not any good dancer...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">who would listen???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">who am i to tell them off???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">tell me tell me tell me!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">argh...i going crazy...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i hate this...i hate it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">be it seniors...be it juniors...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">where do i stand???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">who the hell am i???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">what pose am i holding???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">take it...take it...take it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i do not want it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">you can run the club by all means...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i do not know what i have been doing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i do not know was it worth spending my time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i do not know was it worth my effort...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i feel so silly and dumb...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">i have the urge on leaving...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">maybe it's time for me to go and leave the club in her hand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;">*tears just cannot stop rolling...i seriously hate myself...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-2009394154001735275?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-14716093715928955432007-11-25T05:12:00.000+08:002007-11-26T14:44:05.229+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">...wHaT dO yOu ExPeCt??? I'm LoSt...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">suddenly it all happened at a very one point of time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">thursday...he broke the news to us that he is leaving for good...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and seriously...i was stunned...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">without any pior notice or warnings...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">BANG...it was right in my face...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and he thought i already knew about it...which i don't...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">with the sentiments and feelings for him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">we already feel bad enough that he is leaving...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">yet...he still had to put things in the manner</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">to make others feel so so rotten...when it wasn't our fault......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i do not wish to go into the details...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">because i have been recieving calls since after the news...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">during work...during sleep...all the way till now...it still have not stopped...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">repeated myself more then enough times...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and the issue is not short at all...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i am so lost...stressed...and pressurized...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">now that i am considered the head...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i have so much responisiblilities on my shoulders...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and my worries piles up higher with each incoming call...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i cannot lead the club???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i do not get their cooperation???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i do not get their understanding???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i cannot hold the club together???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i made a grieve mistake???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i choose a wrong step???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if i cannot meet up to the alumnis' expectation???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if the club doesn't progress???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what if the club folds down because of me???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">so many "what if" is in my head...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and i feel that my head is going to explode any time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">we were always having someone on top checking on us...nagging</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">at us...pressurizing us...and screwing us up all the time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">till the stage that we are all so used to it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">that none of us actually thought of "what if he leaves us one day???"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i have never been through this at all...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and now...we're going to start from skretch...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">is the club going to survive???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">are the members going to stay on???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">how far the club can progress???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what is instilled for the club???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">what direction is the club going towards???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">etc...etc...etc...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">all of this are bombarded to me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and my head is spinning...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">spinning only with all this questions you've read...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">so many people talk to me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">so many advices...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">so many lectures...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">so many opinions...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">my head hurts......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">the more they say...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">the more i feel pressurized...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">the more inferior i feel...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">the smaller i felt...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><br />if given a choice...i would choose to not be head...<br />for i feel i am not up to it...<br />and if i can...i would want to run away...<br />let someone else do the job...<br />but i know i cannot......<br />and i know josh do not allow......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that danz inc. will not face any failures...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that danz inc. will get an instructor...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that danz inc. can shine within a short period of time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that danz inc. can get what achievements...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that danz inc. can progress how far...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that i can become a good leader...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that i can get followers to stay through...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i cannot promise you that i can lead without mistakes...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i have never ever been through this...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and this is not even the least bit easy at all...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">but i can promise that i will try my very best to lead the club...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">to make mistakes and learn from...to fight and achieve benefits</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">for the club...to hang on no matter how bad situations may be...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">i hope that...you guys that are left in the club...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">which is all that i have left in the club...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">to stay on...and we all go through this together...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">learn together...progress together...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and most importantly......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">to achieve something by our own......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and i hope...i will not let anyone of you down...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">most importantly...i hope i will not let the alumnis down...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-1471609371592895543?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-66327211906693030222007-11-03T01:26:00.000+08:002007-11-03T01:37:50.141+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">...tO yOu...If YoU kNoW i Am ReFeRiNg To YoU...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">to you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">if you want others to know what you are thinking...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">then do not leave things said half way...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">you may think others know......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">what you are thinking...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">what you are expressing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">who you are refering to...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">but...do they seriously know???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">do not ever assume...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">as it will only make an ass out of you and me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">to another you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">you may have special feelings...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">but has it ever occur to you to look at your own actions???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">you may not say...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">but actions speaks louder then words...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">your actions has hurt me more than you will ever know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">as you never knew how i felt...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">i have always been invisible......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">only until you need me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">am i not worthy enough???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">it's for you to say...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">but i never want to find out...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6632721190669303022?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-56945296958902042992007-11-02T03:16:00.000+08:002007-11-02T03:38:57.610+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>...sTuPiD dAy FoR Me...</em></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i over slept again...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hai...i so sorry i missed class...AGAIN...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">totally knocked out...too tired..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">that i felt and heard nothing at all...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">had thousands of messages and missed calls...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my goodness...i am like so dead lahz...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">think i screwed up my attendance...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">only woke up at 2:10pm...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">got a quick shower and cab to school...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">as the bus will leave at 2:30pm...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">went for rehersals at bishan park...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">we are putting up the same items as lunch time...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">only without "hello"...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">so that means we are putting up 4 item...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">which i die...as i am doing 3/4 of it...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">trust me i was like a super big total idiot...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">because i had to replace jing yi for "within"...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">which...i do not know the blocking...let alone steps...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i am totally lost...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i have three days left before performance...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i really need to pull up my socks...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">saturday the show is at 1pm...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i really do not have any more time to waste...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">goodness...can anyone save me???</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ahhhhhh...i am going nuts...ahhhhhh...</span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-5694529695890204299?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-41020571395886929632007-11-02T02:33:00.000+08:002007-11-25T02:10:55.837+08:00<span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"><em>...31st OcToBeR 2007...</em></span></strong><br /></span><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">hey hey...good job people...well done and great effort!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">love the booth deco...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">though it actully kind off wasted...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">but no worries guys...we can always re-use it...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">thanks for the hard work... =)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">yup...and there were past year videos...<br />guess what i spotted???<br />zee zee...with mushroom hair...<br />hahaha...soooooo CUTE!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">i love the first item..."sexyback white returns"...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">and zee zee was damn super SEXY lahz...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">hai...too bad i did not take picture with her before performance...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">but never mind...still have saturday...heez...</span></strong></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLfF30MNI/AAAAAAAAAew/XyJVLqp0tZE/s1600-h/Photo0943.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127571910773977298" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" height="70" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLfF30MNI/AAAAAAAAAew/XyJVLqp0tZE/s200/Photo0943.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLfl30MPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xY2hlDaIqno/s1600-h/Photo0945.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127571919363911922" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLfl30MPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xY2hlDaIqno/s200/Photo0945.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLf130MQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3b9GjHh_TXQ/s1600-h/Photo0948.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127571923658879234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLf130MQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3b9GjHh_TXQ/s200/Photo0948.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLfV30MOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sApHHgO9lHg/s1600-h/Photo0944.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127571915068944610" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLfV30MOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sApHHgO9lHg/s200/Photo0944.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjM8F30MWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9Rgmpa7maFg/s1600-h/Photo0949.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127573508501811554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjM8F30MWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9Rgmpa7maFg/s200/Photo0949.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjM8V30MXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/k_pmjR7djj4/s1600-h/Photo0950.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127573512796778866" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjM8V30MXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/k_pmjR7djj4/s200/Photo0950.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">my ai ren-sss from dance company...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">shu fen...yvonne...and PANDA [prisilla]...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i know i know...i kok...performed finish dan take picture...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">hahaha...never mind...saturday saturday...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">love their performance...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">it is choreographed by uncle chee seng...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">yeah~~...can watch it again on saturday...</span></strong></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjM8130MZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/55O-bS76QB8/s1600-h/Photo0951.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127573521386713490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjM8130MZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/55O-bS76QB8/s200/Photo0951.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjNB130MaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/AtLp-CoGNF4/s1600-h/Photo0955.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127573607286059426" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjNB130MaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/AtLp-CoGNF4/s200/Photo0955.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5V30MbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VlH5-Di4Z6Q/s1600-h/Photo0956.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127574560768799154" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5V30MbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VlH5-Di4Z6Q/s200/Photo0956.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>went to eat after we practice "sexyback"...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>got new casting for saturday...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>so got new blocking...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>i ask zee zee to eat...so got her order...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>hahaha...she lazy...so i ask her go sit...and i'll collect her prata...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>know she same as me need sugar...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>but i got her 2 tablespoons full of sugar only...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>and got a whole lot more for myself...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>why??? because she cannot take too much sugar...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>so she super kok when she scrape the little little sugar together...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>muahaha haha... =X ...sorry lahz darling...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>yaya...BEST JOKE EVER...said by zee...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>"why is your ribena not red??" ...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>because it is green tea...silly zee zee......hahazzz...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>and she did the most obscene thing i have ever seen...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>omg...super funny lahz...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>banana is a NO NO NO for her okay...</strong></span></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5130MdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/8Qe0Yuukb1I/s1600-h/Photo0972.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127574569358733778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5130MdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/8Qe0Yuukb1I/s200/Photo0972.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5130MeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jfB-vDNpYeA/s1600-h/Photo0973.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127574569358733794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5130MeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jfB-vDNpYeA/s200/Photo0973.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN6F30MfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GYjtHeGrWOc/s1600-h/Photo0974.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127574573653701106" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="100" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN6F30MfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GYjtHeGrWOc/s200/Photo0974.jpg" width="75" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryog6130M8I/AAAAAAAAAko/2rfpBs0hVMg/s1600-h/Photo0975.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127947320980419522" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryog6130M8I/AAAAAAAAAko/2rfpBs0hVMg/s200/Photo0975.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPKV30MhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gTDBBqsfow4/s1600-h/Photo0976.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127575952338203154" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPKV30MhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gTDBBqsfow4/s200/Photo0976.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPKl30MiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JwG-mHuUoXM/s1600-h/Photo0978.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127575956633170466" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPKl30MiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JwG-mHuUoXM/s200/Photo0978.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">went over to jessalynne's place with zee...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">she wanted to bake cake for her boy...she so SWEET right???</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">guess what cake???</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">it's chocolate...rather easy steps...but lots of patients needed...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">we had two trails...first was the try out...i did most of the mixture...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">and the second was the actual...done by zee and zee only...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">and i did mango pudding for us...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">we did a lot of funny things there...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">especially zee...hahaha...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">hahaha...i took lots of picture of her lahz...and on of jess...no me okay... =P</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">and i tell you something......do not tell others okay???</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">she look damn sweet when she is doing housework lahz...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">wha...tell you we ate a lot...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">cake...nata the coco...mango pudding...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">wha...i'm fat sia...die...like pig already...baba one...hai...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">ooo...she has a dog...and zee name it pig...hahazzz...</span></strong></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPKl30MjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/82WX4thhPPk/s1600-h/Photo0979.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127575956633170482" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPKl30MjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/82WX4thhPPk/s200/Photo0979.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfV30MxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/F3k8JQzd9yg/s1600-h/Photo0997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127579611650339602" style="CURSOR: hand" height="77" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfV30MxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/F3k8JQzd9yg/s200/Photo0997.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPil30MmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/tHl0CNno-Dg/s1600-h/Photo0982.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576368950030946" style="CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPil30MmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/tHl0CNno-Dg/s200/Photo0982.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPi130MnI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fd3Rpw7If5I/s1600-h/Photo0983.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576373244998258" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPi130MnI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fd3Rpw7If5I/s200/Photo0983.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPi130MoI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CQqGMHcHb8w/s1600-h/Photo0984.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576373244998274" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPi130MoI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CQqGMHcHb8w/s200/Photo0984.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfV30MyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vDuAtJlgYH8/s1600-h/Photo0998.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127579611650339618" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfV30MyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vDuAtJlgYH8/s200/Photo0998.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjQ-V30MqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-Mp6yQKceEM/s1600-h/Photo0986.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127577945203028642" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjQ-V30MqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-Mp6yQKceEM/s200/Photo0986.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPjF30MpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8qkrP9PE410/s1600-h/Photo0985.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576377539965586" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjPjF30MpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8qkrP9PE410/s200/Photo0985.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryofr130M6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/mQ-UyplkxnA/s1600-h/Photo1004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127945963770753954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryofr130M6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/mQ-UyplkxnA/s200/Photo1004.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfl30MzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cl-HMha46ig/s1600-h/Photo1005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127579615945306930" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="77" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfl30MzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cl-HMha46ig/s200/Photo1005.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjTG130M1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Ia-mn-r2q0I/s1600-h/Photo1007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127580290255172434" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjTG130M1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Ia-mn-r2q0I/s200/Photo1007.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyogaF30M7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/8XeASinfPO4/s1600-h/Photo0980.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127946758339703730" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyogaF30M7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/8XeASinfPO4/s200/Photo0980.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjRAl30MrI/AAAAAAAAAig/5f4xnE-UKYo/s1600-h/Photo0987.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127577983857734322" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjRAl30MrI/AAAAAAAAAig/5f4xnE-UKYo/s200/Photo0987.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjRAl30MsI/AAAAAAAAAio/zdtCKCxdqtU/s1600-h/Photo0988.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127577983857734338" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjRAl30MsI/AAAAAAAAAio/zdtCKCxdqtU/s200/Photo0988.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjRA130MtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Q-R2gnybMPE/s1600-h/Photo0989.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127577988152701650" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjRA130MtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Q-R2gnybMPE/s200/Photo0989.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryofrl30M5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vNRfSCAutes/s1600-h/Photo0991.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127945959475786642" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryofrl30M5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vNRfSCAutes/s200/Photo0991.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfF30MwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AKPiSNCyT74/s1600-h/Photo0993.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127579607355372290" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjSfF30MwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AKPiSNCyT74/s200/Photo0993.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryofq130M4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/vtc5AkCqsXw/s1600-h/Photo0994.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127945946590884738" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="74" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Ryofq130M4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/vtc5AkCqsXw/s200/Photo0994.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjTHF30M3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Tr4piOk6HQw/s1600-h/Photo1015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127580294550139762" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjTHF30M3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Tr4piOk6HQw/s200/Photo1015.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjTHF30M2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/MrFrtGrwI40/s1600-h/Photo1014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127580294550139746" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="74" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjTHF30M2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/MrFrtGrwI40/s200/Photo1014.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>my cute pretty silly blur darling...zelia...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>hahaha...totally enjoyed today...because of her...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>zee zee...thanks for everything...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>do not forget......</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">whatever it is...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">whenever it is...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">i am just a phone call away...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">my phone is on 24/7...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">so just call whenever you want or need...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">love you always...*muckzzz*...cheez...</span></strong></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLeF30MMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VCNzPJGA0Ys/s1600-h/Photo0957.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127571893594108098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjLeF30MMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VCNzPJGA0Ys/s200/Photo0957.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5l30McI/AAAAAAAAAgo/69hAEyJXank/s1600-h/Photo0968.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127574565063766466" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="70" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyjN5l30McI/AAAAAAAAAgo/69hAEyJXank/s200/Photo0968.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">i'm so dead...zelia will kill me for what i had posted...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">*zee never see...zee never see...zee never see* [chanting]...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4102057139588692963?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-90158718707931897442007-10-30T03:13:00.000+08:002007-11-02T03:24:34.437+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>...LuNcH tImE pErFoRmAnCe...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">it is drawing closer and closer each day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">it is this wednesday...12pm plus to 1pm..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">so...yup...doing only two item...<br />sexyback and hip-hop...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">i am super happy......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">because i am doing "sexyback"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">zee zee's piece!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">but...i guess i still cannot meet her expectation yet ba...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">will polish will polish...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">mark my word for it...i promise...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">for hip-hop......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">seriously...i have no comments...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">if you know...you know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">if you do not know...ask me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">seriously...i am rather upset lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">spent a lot of money on costume...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">not as though i got the money...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">buy buy buy...never mind...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">BUT the best part is that my BELOVED ZUL......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">never tell me he is not performing...argh...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">make me buy salsa hip-hop costume...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">in the end never perform...hai...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">waste money for nothing that item le...hai...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-9015871870793189744?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-41447708272483791262007-10-27T01:56:00.000+08:002007-10-30T02:35:44.350+08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>...mEoMoRiEs WeRe BrOuGhT bAcK... </em></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>the salon was playing some rather old music...<br />and of course it so happened that the songs repeats...<br />those were songs which he used to sing...for me...<br />memories came back...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>i felt so upset...wanted to cry...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>tears were at the edge of flowing out...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>i held them back...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>all of a sudden...there was the feeling there...<br />could not explain how i felt in words...<br />i just felt so..........................</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>guess there are a lot of things that happen which i cannot explain...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>i cannot give you the answers you want...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>but neither do i want to find reasons or excuses...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>just want to tell you......</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>i really loved the times we had spent together...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>and appriciate a lot of things you had done...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>but certain things are beyond our control...just like promises...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>i just hope to hear the best of you...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>and hope for the best for you......</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">do you feel the same as me???</span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>...with love...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4144770827248379126?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-21692849867577905042007-10-27T01:38:00.000+08:002007-10-30T02:17:08.116+08:00<p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#993399;">...fRiDaY...e-LeArNiNg DaY...</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;">no school today...<br />met treasa at 1pm...<br />she also same same no school...<br />do not know what we should do...<br />so decided that she go trim eyebrown...<br />and i go rebond hair... </span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">wanted to go to zee zee's salon...<br />but...too bad...it was closed...<br />so i went to my usual salon...<br />it took abt 3hours plus plus plus...<br />treasa trim a bit of her hair...<br />did her eyebrowns at jean yip...<br />did her make-up in the salon...<br />and took pictures of herself...<br />zi lian you know......<br />yup...it was rather costly...<br />hmmm...guess i should say expensive...<br />but not bad ba...got two treatment...<br />so...yup yup...got to save much much more money...<br /><br />treasa left me at 6pm...<br />to meet *cough cough cough*...<br />ya...hahazzz...<br />and she ask jess to date me...<br />jess made me wait...from 6pm plus...<br />i waited till 7pm plus...<br />yup...waited till i fall asleep at the train station...<br />finally she came...<br />we went to eat...<br />but no space...so got to wait...<br />dinner time mahz...<br />hahazzz..."jess...all your fault..."hahahazzz...<br />then went to play arcade...<br />broke our own record...<br />and found a new game......<br />which was super entertaining lahz...<br />and if you are thinking about treasa......<br />TA ZHONG SHE QING YOU!!!!!!<br />engross with *cough cough cough* at vivo...<br />abondon jess and me...<br />hai...this kind of friend...hai...</span></strong><br /></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyTOkV30MKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nGM-EwlheLU/s1600-h/Photo0919.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126449399596331170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyTOkV30MKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nGM-EwlheLU/s200/Photo0919.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyTOjV30MII/AAAAAAAAAeI/LxRkTyRojks/s1600-h/Photo0925.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126449382416461954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyTOjV30MII/AAAAAAAAAeI/LxRkTyRojks/s200/Photo0925.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyTOj130MJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XwDhukRPCo4/s1600-h/Photo0926.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126449391006396562" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="67" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RyTOj130MJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XwDhukRPCo4/s200/Photo0926.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-2169284986757790504?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-15881753314025539552007-10-26T11:13:00.000+08:002007-10-29T02:05:59.983+08:00<span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">...mY dArLiNg ZeLiA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wanted to talk to zee zee about what happened on msn...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">waited and waited...but she was not online...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in the end...i waited till she call me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">was totally surpsised that she called...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so sweet of her...*touched*...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">talked for a very long time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and ended up we hung up at 4am...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she did not sleep...but played games to stay awake...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">all i want to say is......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" thanks darling...you're my angel...I LOVE YOU ALWAYS!!! "</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-1588175331402553955?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-35914156372880483602007-10-26T03:36:00.000+08:002007-10-26T03:31:30.181+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">...mY hEaRt SuNk To ThE vErY bOtToM...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">maybe you feel that i have not done alot on my part...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you could excuse her because of her problems...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but have you ever take into consideration that i have problems too???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you stressed on alot of things...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i was alone...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">did not have help...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and have to meet up to your expectations...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">reasonable or not it may be...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i still did always try to meet your expectations...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">even though i have alot of problems...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">even though i have attachments...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">even though i am busy with my work...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">true enough i did meet up all your expectations......didn't i???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">seriously do not understand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">things i should do...i do...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">things i should not do...i also do...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but then???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">it seems that you are never satisfied with my actions...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">then can you like tell me what you want from me???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i mean if you want to sack me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i really do not mind...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you put the blame on me that i never inform you......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">complained to so-and-so...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">when the fact is that i did inform you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and the so-and-so know that i did inform...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">when i should not even inform...and got scolding for it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and...hello...this is my "hui bao" from you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">as my ins...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i respect you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">seriously...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but i really do not want to carry on like this anymore...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">just tell me what you want...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">stop putting me through your miseries...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i had enough of it...that now......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i just want to breakdown...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and leave...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">or just die......</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-3591415637288048360?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-90621559355004042142007-10-25T01:40:00.000+08:002007-10-25T01:54:07.336+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">...tO a SpEcIaL SoMeOnE...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">she look me up again...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">it seems like i am only visible only when she is in need...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">if not...i am transparent...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">and her newly found friends are the only ones she sees...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">she hurt me in a lot of ways...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">unknowingly i feel...and i hope...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">i said it many a times...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">but guess...she does not see my point...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">but i do not think it matters either...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">hahahahaha...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">seriously...i do not mind...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">at least......i can say i am useful...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">in one way or the other......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">though news came in late...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">it is always late...better than never...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">least i could do was to listen...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">and console a little...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">friends are like presents...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">hard to come by...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">especially good ones...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">so treasure them...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">do not wait till it is too late...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">for regrets get you no where...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-9062155935500404214?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-9605951297056388152007-10-24T00:43:00.000+08:002007-10-24T02:53:05.114+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">...wHaT iS tHe PrObLeM mAn...</span><br /></span><br />today practice...<br />i was totally pissed off...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">though i went in super late...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but...trust me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">first...my aunty came for visit...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">which was super wrong timing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">the last time it was late for two months...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">and now it came two weeks after that...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">goodness...it's super painful...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">next...it was zul...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">apparently he back out from lunch time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">and he never tell me...ahhhhhh...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">argh...make me spend $15.90 for nothing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">waste my money get a top which i will not wear...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">lastly...and the worst of all...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">it was HER...HER HER HER HER HER...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i do not think i need to name anyone...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but HEY...for goodness sack...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">hate people with NO BASIC MANNERS!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">no red track pants i say help HER buy YESTERDAY...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">still can say SHE want and thank me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but just now in class...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">SHE came to me...and guess what SHE said???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">"you got enough pants...if not you give other people"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">like that lai...guess what SHE did straight after that???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">SHE found a spot next to me...sat down...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">and took out a newly bought red track pants...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">at that moment...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">my mind was like "WHAT THE FUCK?!"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">did you realise anything???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">SHE did not address me by name......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">nevermind...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but SHE did not even apologise!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">oh my gosh...BLOODY HELL...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i mean please lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i know YOU bought a nike pants...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">which looks way better...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but YOU do not even have the courtesy to tell me that YOU</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">do not want it...before YOU buy the piar of pants TODAY......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">nevermind...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but most importantly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">SHE did not apologise!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">which i am so pissed of by...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">because for the first time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i made it so obvious that i was refering to HER lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">and SHE could act as though nothing happened...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">when other juniors around HER know that i am aiming HER...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">seriously...SHE disgusted me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i know SHE is somebody's FAVOURITE...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">somebody's EYE CANDY...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">but so what if SHE is PRETTY???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">so what if SHE is somebody's FAVOURITE and EYE CANDY???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">big fuck is it??!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">has no basic respect nor manners...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">and taking advantage just because is somebody's FAVOURITE...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">then can act as if nothing happened...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">so fake...that i seriously can stand it no more...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">SHE totally irritated me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i am too pissed by HER...argh...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">all i can say is...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">SHE may have successfully gotten</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">into HIS good book...but not mine...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">if SHE continues to find HER way through like now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">i swear and i will find fault with HER...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">just to tell HER that SHE should not buy HER way through...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">just because SHE is HIS FAVOURITE...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;">mx was totally pissed off for once in her life...after so so long...argh...</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-960595129705638815?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-44798294590554324392007-10-22T01:33:00.000+08:002007-10-23T02:09:08.747+08:00<span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">...ReCeNtLy...ReCeNtLy...</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>was keeping in touch with him...</strong><br /><strong>seems to be he has lots of problem himself...</strong><br /><strong>funny thing is that he has problem......</strong><br /><strong>yet still want to lend a helping hand...</strong><br /><strong>thanks but no thanks... =) ......</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>somebody has been having menses very frequently...</strong><br /><strong>i do not have to state who nor his name...</strong><br /><strong>you guys should know...</strong><br /><strong>i mean...not that i am going against him or what...</strong><br /><strong>but at times...seriously...</strong><br /><strong>i do find him crossing the border too much...</strong><br /><strong>frankly...being sandwich between him and sdo...</strong><br /><strong>do you guys know how much stress i feel???</strong><br /><strong>and how difficult the choices are for me to make for the rest???</strong><br /><strong>his nice...and i respect him...</strong><br /><strong>but there are times...</strong><br /><strong>i just hope he feel for us...</strong><br /><strong>hai...if only he see from our point of view......</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>work school dance...</strong><br /><strong>work school dance...</strong><br /><strong>work school dance...</strong><br /><strong>seriously...i just want to balance them out...</strong><br /><strong>so i can get rest time and free time for myself...</strong><br /><strong>but till now...i can't...</strong><br /><strong>work load is too much for me...</strong><br /><strong>it is not that i cannot handle stress...</strong><br /><strong>it is just that i do not like stress...</strong><br /><strong>hate stressors......</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4479829459055432439?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-41071204781401712832007-10-15T21:49:00.000+08:002007-10-15T22:22:13.875+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">...fIrSt DaY oF sChOoL...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">15th october...school started...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">went to school with an empty bag...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">no books...no stationeries...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">nothing...but rubbish...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">had excuse letter from 9am - 1pm...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">first programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">practice in auditorium...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">tomorrow is SEG's open house...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">anyway...timing and steps should be tighten up more...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">need more sharpness...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">at least...that was what i feel...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">second programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">breakfast at mac...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">missed the breakfast...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">but do not miss the fats...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">seriously i need to cut down on my intake...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">and start healthy eating...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">third programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">"stealing" bandage from SAO...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">ms amy allowed...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">but was caught by mr wee...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">lalalalalala...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">he joked as usual...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">so...yup...got the bandage for rabiah...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">WITH approval of course...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">hahazzz......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">fourth programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">went back to auditorium at 12pm for practice again...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">we marked the stage...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">and ran twice with music...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">seriously...without the people in front...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">plus those better or good dancers......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">i must admit...it was rather messy the second time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">fifth programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">went for class at 1pm+++...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">guess i went there just to mark my presence...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">it was BIOLOGY...as usual...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">meixian will never pay attention...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">hard to...too chim to understand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">much much more chim for her to remember...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">instead i did handy craft in class...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">helped feli with her barang barangssssss...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">sixth programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">met up with nicholas to practice slasa hip-hop...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">had one hour break...so made use of it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">noted the changes made when i was not around...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">and kind of build chemistry ba...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">hahazzz...if you know what i meant.........</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">zee zee darling and some others were too in studio...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">doing her sexy back returns...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">i watched...and......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">tears went rolling down...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">my heart sank...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">really want to do her piece for 31st...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">but due to attachment...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">was not able to turn up for casting day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">come to think of it again...... *cries*...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">sometimes...i just feel like saying i hate attachments...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">*cries cries cries* ......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">seventh programme of the day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">went for clinic lab...sadly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">with WEI LIN...omg!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">she in my class for lab...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">hai...die man...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">she die of irritation soon...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">and know how irritating i can get...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4107120478140171283?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-56511381955737914492007-10-08T22:46:00.000+08:002007-10-09T17:12:48.663+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i KnOw...AnD i MuSt...</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>danz inc. camp is officially over...</strong><br /><strong>though everything was very last minute...</strong><br /><strong>though i screwed up many times...</strong><br /><strong>it still came to a good end...</strong><br /><strong>guess most of the people had fun...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>but...i myself???</strong><br /><strong>if anyone could have known me better......</strong><br /><strong>would know exactly how i felt...</strong><br /><strong>i will not deny that i did had fun...</strong><br /><strong>but the main was not fun......</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>guess i screwed up a lot of times...</strong><br /><strong>from rooms...to schedule...to budget...</strong><br /><strong>to bus...to food...to timing...to camp tee...</strong><br /><strong>to games...to instructions...to presents...</strong><br /><strong>to dance steps...to partnering work...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>totally agree that i take up a lot of things on my own...</strong><br /><strong>totally know that it was a great burden by doing so...</strong><br /><strong>but still i did...</strong><br /><strong>guess i am seriously to stubborn...</strong><br /><strong>i stressed myself up so much...</strong><br /><strong>but too i recieved a lot of it...</strong><br /><strong>i cannot handle stress well...</strong><br /><strong>seriously i was at the edge of breaking down many a times...</strong><br /><strong>cried lots of times...but hung on to it...</strong><br /><strong>coz currently there is no other people around to over see...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>i am not a person to lead...but only a person to shoulder...</strong><br /><strong>that is my biggest problem...and it will not be easy to change...</strong><br /><strong>i have been shouldering everything since young...</strong><br /><strong>so seriously...i cannot take charge in allocation...</strong><br /><strong>and since nobody offers...i will take on as usual......</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>the only thing i left to say now is...</strong><br /><strong>do not push me to the end of my limits......</strong><br /><strong>coz i will definietly breakdown and</strong><br /><strong>give up on everything i hold in hand...</strong><br /><strong>no matter how unwilling i am...</strong><br /><strong>i am sorry...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i must be strong... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i just left with a few months...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">never sleep for 38 hours yesterday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">yup...i am super tired...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i have learnt the art of sleeping as i walk...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">it was dangerous...i must say...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and seriously would never want to perform it again...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">was so tired that the first thing i did was bathe and sleep...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but then i forgotten about my alarm...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and i overslept...till i forgotten about my attachment...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">went to the doctor as i was not feeling well as well...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and got an MC for my attachment...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">seriously angry with myself...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">how dumb and screw up can i be??! *argh*</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-5651138195573791449?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-5999009408991631382007-10-08T21:19:00.000+08:002007-10-08T22:34:28.794+08:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...aLl I cAn SaY iS sOrRy...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">seriously...i do not know what is going on...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">him and me...me and him...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">which ever it is...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">which ever it was...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">it had all already past...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">which i really do no understand...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">and am toally confused...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">when we were together...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">everything was fine......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">when we were seperated...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">i was to blame......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">when i wanted to have a break...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">he said so many hurtful words...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">and his friend acutally confronted me......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">when i started a fresh...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">he spoke ill of me to his friends......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">i had enough...gave up...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">never bothered...never cared...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">do not know if it was whether</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">he started a new relationship...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">or had someone special in mind...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">he came and told me that he threw away</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">every single thing i gave all those four years plus...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">and that he will not bother me ever again...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">i mean...please...what is wrong with him???</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">never mind what happened...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">i am fine with it...i ignored...i tolerated...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">now...after so long...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">i do not know what had gone wrong...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">again...he started to message me...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">asking me how have i been and all that...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">asking if i am coping well...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">saying things like he could not bear me in hardship...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">and best of all...assumes that i read all his messages...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">recently...he message me again...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">saying that he is going to work to help me pay of my fees...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">and saying that he needed a friend to talk to and stuff...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">frankly speaking...i do not mind being friends...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">but he was the one who broke it with his hurtful words...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">and now...i do not know...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">ask me anything...and i will answer your question...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">but please tell me what to do...or just give me a direction......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">knows that he had his own problems too...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">do not mind if all that he needed was a listening ear...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">but no longer can i hold a position as a friend with him no more...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">all i could say is...i'm sorry...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-599900940899163138?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-55109400912577877872007-09-13T15:09:00.000+08:002007-09-13T15:35:31.605+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><em>...tImEs ShOwS tHe TrUe SiDe Of EvErYoNe...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>so much had happened lately...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>months had past in a blink of an eye...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>guess time really waits for no one...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>i was so busy with so many happenings...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>things become clearer as time passes...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>at times...i just felt like breaking down and cry...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>i'm no longer the self i use to be...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>putting on a brave front...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>who would ever know or notice???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>who are friends???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>aren't they there whenever you're</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>down...sharing your every joy and sorrow???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>or are they just so self-centered...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>thinking only on how good they are...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>sabotaging you in every way they could???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>what is family???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>a place where you get shelter...love and care???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>or a place where you get no love...no care...yet</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>cursing and swearing......finding fault every</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>now and then when nothing is wrong......</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>and asking you to get out...go and die???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>you see the happy side of me...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>you see the crazy side of me...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>you see the quiet side of me</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>you see the sad side of me...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>you see the angry side of me...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>you see the unreasonable side of me......</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>but do you know which side of me is th real me???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>i thought i knew myself...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>but now...i can't tell which is the real me...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>i had lost everything...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"><em>and i have just lost myself...</em></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-5510940091257787787?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-9417289909502453172007-08-01T02:24:00.000+08:002007-10-09T00:30:23.176+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">...mY bIrThDaY...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;">30th July...my day...whether or not it was a special day i seriously do not know...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;">this day marks something...and now that time had past......it has already been an</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;">entire year plus...all i could say was......i'm really glad that you guys were there for me...</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">muckzzz...thank you...love you guys always...</span></em> </strong></span></span><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>...amount of cakes i had for my birthday...</strong></span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>believe me...this was the most scary birthday i ever had...cakes cakes and cakes...</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>trust me...i will definitely not eat any for the next six months...</em></span></strong></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawDZGKu-I/AAAAAAAAASI/Lo19x3rM2KE/s1600-h/Photo0633.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113467999248628706" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawDZGKu-I/AAAAAAAAASI/Lo19x3rM2KE/s200/Photo0633.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawDZGKu_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/R4-8Sog4SHc/s1600-h/Photo0692.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113467999248628722" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="74" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawDZGKu_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/R4-8Sog4SHc/s200/Photo0692.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawD5GKvBI/AAAAAAAAASg/bKc23vLquGk/s1600-h/Photo0702.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113468007838563346" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawD5GKvBI/AAAAAAAAASg/bKc23vLquGk/s200/Photo0702.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawDpGKvAI/AAAAAAAAASY/hEbaFolSrGE/s1600-h/Photo0697.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113468003543596034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawDpGKvAI/AAAAAAAAASY/hEbaFolSrGE/s200/Photo0697.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></span></strong></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">...the cutest thing i saw during my birthday celebration...</span><br /></span></span></strong><div><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hahahazzz...different ethnics group's wedding...it's so super cute losz...</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">it wasn't</span></em></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">easy to take the pictures...as there were many others as </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">fasinated as i was...</span></em></strong></span></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzypGKwbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bS4T9vGKe_k/s1600-h/Photo0643.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117553496694636978" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzypGKwbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bS4T9vGKe_k/s200/Photo0643.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzxpGKwaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ByRyYUscJv4/s1600-h/Photo0642.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117553479514767778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzxpGKwaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ByRyYUscJv4/s200/Photo0642.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzupGKwYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AH4QqwABjhs/s1600-h/Photo0638.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117553427975160194" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzupGKwYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AH4QqwABjhs/s200/Photo0638.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzvZGKwZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/84eOtZfESjc/s1600-h/Photo0639.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117553440860062098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwUzvZGKwZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/84eOtZfESjc/s200/Photo0639.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></span></strong></a></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>...the most funny present i've recieved...</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em><strong>thanks rick...really appreciated the present......but come to think of it...<br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em><strong>i really had a great laugh...to think that i actually believed him saying that he<br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em><strong>didn't had time to wrap so many layers...and somebody could actually say that<br /></strong></em></span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>the reciept was a stroke of genius...do you all have any idea how LONG is a roll<br /></em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>of it??? *fainted*...for that minute...all i had in mind was..."how much long..."</em></span></strong></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawD5GKvCI/AAAAAAAAASo/hu0LkQA9i1E/s1600-h/Photo0647.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113468007838563362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawD5GKvCI/AAAAAAAAASo/hu0LkQA9i1E/s200/Photo0647.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawiZGKvDI/AAAAAAAAASw/unYwCUFVrrg/s1600-h/Photo0654.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113468531824573490" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="74" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawiZGKvDI/AAAAAAAAASw/unYwCUFVrrg/s200/Photo0654.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawipGKvEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vc7rsFJqq8Y/s1600-h/Photo0656.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113468536119540802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawipGKvEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vc7rsFJqq8Y/s200/Photo0656.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwU_DpGKwcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SxWNEjzbNB8/s1600-h/Photo0663.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117565883380318658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="77" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RwU_DpGKwcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SxWNEjzbNB8/s200/Photo0663.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></span></strong></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawjZGKvGI/AAAAAAAAATI/XNF6ZlDLUEs/s1600-h/Photo0659.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113468549004442722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvawjZGKvGI/AAAAAAAAATI/XNF6ZlDLUEs/s200/Photo0659.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvdpB5GKwTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2JW4PzLTKP4/s1600-h/Photo0677.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113671383129964850" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvaxU5GKvNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pRoKDyc0ZSQ/s1600-h/Photo0684.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113469399407967442" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="74" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvaxU5GKvNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pRoKDyc0ZSQ/s200/Photo0684.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvaxVZGKvPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EHCBs1ZqoPg/s1600-h/Photo0686.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113469407997902066" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="73" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvaxVZGKvPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EHCBs1ZqoPg/s200/Photo0686.jpg" width="97" border="0" /> </span></strong></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113469412292869394" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvaxVpGKvRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PNbNFCoBkj8/s200/Photo0688.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></strong> </span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvdqIJGKwUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/P1zKwbA17e8/s1600-h/Photo0690.jpg"><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113672590015775042" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RvdqIJGKwUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/P1zKwbA17e8/s200/Photo0690.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#993399;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-941728990950245317?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-60104613010050839112007-06-29T19:17:00.000+08:002007-10-05T02:00:39.363+08:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">...18 June...</span></strong><br /></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>was telling shi ying the whole story of my absence...</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>as i did not clarify myself in my message...</strong><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>and if i would continue to stay on in ballroom...</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>anyway in the mist of the conversation peter came over...</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>he ask what happened...as i looked rather upset...</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>then i repeated the whole story...</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>but with tears rolling down my cheeks this time...</strong><br /><strong>he said not to worry about so much...</strong><br /><strong>and not to hold on to the thought of quitting dance...</strong><br /><strong>he said to continue dance...</strong><br /><strong>and leave the funding matter till he comes back...</strong><br /><strong>i do not know what feeling is that...</strong><br /><strong>i felt touched...yet lost...and guilty......</strong><br /><strong>was very glad that i do have such nice friends and instructor....</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>i would stay on...train even harder...</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>and not let them down... =]</strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>ooo...peter came back today...flying off at 6am later again...</strong><br /><strong>he was really nice...bought us stuff...and i got a mashimaro...</strong></span></div><div><strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUckpuPeXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UxTaqfS9CPw/s1600-h/P1030065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081499170558146930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUckpuPeXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UxTaqfS9CPw/s200/P1030065.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a> </strong><strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUe1JuPeYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hy3YeURi7XY/s1600-h/P1030065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081501653049244034" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="99" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUe1JuPeYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hy3YeURi7XY/s200/P1030065.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a></strong><strong> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUhUJuPeZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Dg6QOv4goqM/s1600-h/P1030065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504384648444306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUhUJuPeZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Dg6QOv4goqM/s200/P1030065.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a></strong><strong> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUhuJuPeaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i2Sx2OKtNy0/s1600-h/P1030065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504831325043106" style="CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUhuJuPeaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i2Sx2OKtNy0/s200/P1030065.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a></strong> </div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">...23 June...</span></strong></div></div><div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>it is another saturday...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>another saturday which i did not go for ballroom...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>i do not know if i'm able to catch up...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>i felt terrible for 3days...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>i suffer from headache which caused me to wake up from sleep to vomit...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>trust me...it was horrible...very horrible...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>mummy brought me to the clinic...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>the doctor thought that i have brain tumor...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>she insisted on me getting an x-ray done...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>results shows that her predictions were wrong...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>there wasn't any discovery...which i guess i ought to be thankful...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>she says that if it persist then she will refer me to neurologist...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>yet she prescribed super strong pain relief medications...</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>then can i know if the pain still persist???</strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">hahazzz...i also don't know...</span></strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVFIJuPedI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4e5-Hy9EHbU/s1600-h/P1030068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081543760908614098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVFIJuPedI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4e5-Hy9EHbU/s200/P1030068.JPG" width="102" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVFnpuPeeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZYiaKL-YR_c/s1600-h/P1030068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081544302074493410" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="74" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVFnpuPeeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZYiaKL-YR_c/s200/P1030068.JPG" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVHP5uPefI/AAAAAAAAARA/hwKMahhujqU/s1600-h/P1030068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081546093075855858" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="73" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVHP5uPefI/AAAAAAAAARA/hwKMahhujqU/s200/P1030068.JPG" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVI4puPejI/AAAAAAAAARg/POtnGKDl23U/s1600-h/P1030068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081547892667152946" style="CURSOR: hand" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVI4puPejI/AAAAAAAAARg/POtnGKDl23U/s200/P1030068.JPG" width="99" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000099;">...25 June...</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">rick was so determined to get the link...<br />and really did not mind entertaining me online...<br />he chose to dance ONLINE for me...hahazzz...<br />it was really rather entertaining...and funny...<br />but still i dragged on...refused to give it...hee...<br />let's share the laughter...</span></strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"> </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUoiJuPebI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OuC753ZFCY0/s1600-h/Photo0386.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081512321748007346" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoUoiJuPebI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OuC753ZFCY0/s200/Photo0386.jpg" width="319" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVHd5uPegI/AAAAAAAAARI/ffuB7MxHObk/s1600-h/Photo0386.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081546333594024450" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVHd5uPegI/AAAAAAAAARI/ffuB7MxHObk/s200/Photo0386.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVISJuPeiI/AAAAAAAAARY/ttqAmOIJXDg/s1600-h/Photo0386.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081547231242189346" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVISJuPeiI/AAAAAAAAARY/ttqAmOIJXDg/s200/Photo0386.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVHypuPehI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YsMtrgOeHFM/s1600-h/Photo0386.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081546690076310034" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="102" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVHypuPehI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YsMtrgOeHFM/s200/Photo0386.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a></span> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>...26 June...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>ICA presentation on abnormal psychology...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>question on substance abuse...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>erm...it went rather well...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>but i sacrificed my image to actually score it ba...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>role that i played was the drug addict...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>seriously...i think i look horrible...</strong></span> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">did the sniffing...</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">did the rubbing of nose...</span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">did the yawning...</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">did the scratching...</span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>did the shouting...did the begging...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>did the crazy...did the high...</strong></span> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">woah...</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">was really crazily into my role...</span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>that when i acted finish i was perspiring and breathless...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>and all thanks to rabia...i had to sacrifice my look for a picture...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>which i really look damn ugly...like a drug addict...hai...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>image sacrificed TWICE...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>could not believe that i would and did...</strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>but at least effort didn't went down to drain...</strong></span><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">at least the overall impression for the lecturer was...good...</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">just felt kind of dumb...to wear formal...and yet act sloppish</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQV5uPekI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q7rYapDOq-s/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556091759721026" style="CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQV5uPekI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q7rYapDOq-s/s200/me.jpg" width="75" border="0" /></a> </strong></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQ95uPenI/AAAAAAAAASA/B7HxwmnXWcE/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556778954488434" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQ95uPenI/AAAAAAAAASA/B7HxwmnXWcE/s200/me.jpg" width="75" border="0" /></a> </strong></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQw5uPemI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pi93XKp0kJk/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556555616189026" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="98" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQw5uPemI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pi93XKp0kJk/s200/me.jpg" width="75" border="0" /></a></strong></span><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQipuPelI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vkz27R2UE1A/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556310803053138" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="101" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RoVQipuPelI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vkz27R2UE1A/s200/me.jpg" width="75" border="0" /></a></strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6010461301005083911?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-69361261006413354792007-06-16T04:25:00.000+08:002007-06-21T03:09:36.607+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>...pLeAsE tElL mE wHaT i ShOuLd Do...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>if anyone of you noticed...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>you will actually realise something...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i've been giving the very same excuse lately...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>"i have family matter to settle to"...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>and then i'm gone...missing...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>it's getting more and more complicated as days goes by...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>an arguement just arised...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>it' started out because a trival matter...but it led to such endings...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i am already slogging very hard to work part-time</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>in order to pay partial of my school fees...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>now...he shrink all responsibilities...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i have to pay not only my full school fees but also my expenses...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i do not mind the stress...i do not mind being tired...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>but...i do not know how much longer can i hold on like this...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>balancing school...work...dance to work</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>to pay partial of it is already difficult...due to time constraint...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i no want to stop schooling...for it is something that i've chose...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>and i love dance...no doubt i can't dance well......</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>but still...i do not want to give up something that i've put in so much effort</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>where i came from no background...from nothing...to where i am today...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>but now......i may have to give up school...give up dance...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>how can i ever work to pay so much???</strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>school fees...club funds...expenses???</strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>sobsob...i'm lost...i'm depressed...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>can anyone tell me what should i do???</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">*cries cries cries*</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6936126100641335479?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-67084042640154188082007-05-19T01:10:00.000+08:002007-06-29T19:37:31.886+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;">...mId Of WeEk OnE...</span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">club crawl was a success after all...<br />no doubt i rushed out the door gifts in time...<br />but felt that my efforts went down the drain...<br />because there's still half a bucket left...<br />performance was not bad after all...<br />love the lighting and sound system...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it was much better then last year's... </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">had a whole lot of fun...did hana and fake tatoo... hahahazzz...</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><br />best of all i played skate scooter and roller blade...<br />yee shan very bad... teach teach teach...then mia...<br />guess what he do??? he went to orh orh...hai...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">lucky i never fall down...but okay lahz...he very nice lahz...<br />let me play roller blade...still got teach a bit...<br />but that was before he went to lala land and dream...hee...<br />made new friends...ya...and they sabo me...<br />wrap me up with their banner...then drag me around...<br />was fortunate that i did not fell...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">argh...some friends they are...<br />yayayayaya...i almost forgotten...i signed up for ballroom...<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077829765575592354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngTRK8JyaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UDufSI9PMuk/s200/bookmarks2.jpg" width="100" border="0" /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngTLq8JyZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N-aWsF6bulo/s1600-h/bookmarks1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077829671086311826" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngTLq8JyZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N-aWsF6bulo/s200/bookmarks1.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngSzq8JyYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/92d_ImrPjG4/s1600-h/bookmarks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077829258769451394" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngSzq8JyYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/92d_ImrPjG4/s200/bookmarks.jpg" width="102" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngUVa8JybI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gtd1-YBG8fQ/s1600-h/clubcrawl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077830938101664178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngUVa8JybI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gtd1-YBG8fQ/s200/clubcrawl.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">...eNd Of WeEk OnE...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ooo...yeah...i got present...from rick...<br />it's a key chain...sponge bob square pants...<br />it's super cute lahz...square square one...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no no no......i know what you want to say...</span></span></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />sponge bob SQUARE pants of course is SQUARE one what...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">like duh~...i also know lahz...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">what i meant is including the legs as well...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so it's really super square...damn cute losz......<br /></span></span></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">anyway...i'm touched...guess guess...guess why...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">cause i know he wrapped it himself...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">why??? easy...outside sales assistant won't be that free lahz...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">he wrapped not one layer...but a lot of layers losz...</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">opened it in front of nat...feli...tian shun...xiu ling...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">yayaya...laugh at me lahz...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but we had fun guess how many wrappers left...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">hahazzz...thank you for the present and wrappers...</span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></strong></div></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngBlK8JySI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ADXTOpRe82A/s1600-h/P1030030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077810317963675938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngBlK8JySI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ADXTOpRe82A/s200/P1030030.JPG" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngCJq8JyTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/usVqmfWOLVg/s1600-h/P1030031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077810945028901170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngCJq8JyTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/usVqmfWOLVg/s200/P1030031.JPG" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngCiq8JyUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JSBT9SxQeYc/s1600-h/P1030032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077811374525630786" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngCiq8JyUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JSBT9SxQeYc/s200/P1030032.JPG" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngFwK8JyVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A_hW3GPmIZw/s1600-h/P1030034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814904988748114" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngFwK8JyVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A_hW3GPmIZw/s200/P1030034.JPG" width="100" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngHZ68JyWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vgaQMbKxWuA/s1600-h/P1030036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077816721759914338" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngHZ68JyWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vgaQMbKxWuA/s200/P1030036.JPG" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngHxa8JyXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vu8N41B1kRs/s1600-h/P1030037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077817125486840178" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngHxa8JyXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vu8N41B1kRs/s200/P1030037.JPG" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Rnf_RK8JyPI/AAAAAAAAANo/xR7OhVpoDW0/s1600-h/P1030011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807775343036658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Rnf_RK8JyPI/AAAAAAAAANo/xR7OhVpoDW0/s200/P1030011.JPG" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngAdK8JyQI/AAAAAAAAANw/ssuP23FfTFI/s1600-h/P1030020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809081013094658" style="WIDTH: 49px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="100" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngAdK8JyQI/AAAAAAAAANw/ssuP23FfTFI/s200/P1030020.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngBIK8JyRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mwTXNl-yYvE/s1600-h/P1030021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809819747469586" style="WIDTH: 51px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="102" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RngBIK8JyRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mwTXNl-yYvE/s200/P1030021.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong>...eNd Of WeEk 2...29 ApRiL....</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">musical is officially over...and was indeed a great success... </span></span></div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">everyone put in great efforts...</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">especially those who had lots of cross items... </div></span></span><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">made new friends...went crazy...recieve gifts...cried...laughter...kisses...</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">lip-sticks... photo-takings...surprises...</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">and was fasinated by fake hair... </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">benjamin's skills...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">and rene's feet cum actions cum cuteness...<br />basically...had a whole lot of fun...</span></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkILu519G-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/a32ohO4UBs8/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062621831546870754" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="116" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkILu519G-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/a32ohO4UBs8/s200/Photo0011.jpg" width="166" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkILg519G9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/jfwfYUVll38/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062621591028702162" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="117" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkILg519G9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/jfwfYUVll38/s200/Photo0030.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINOp19HBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yKFtfQpJuww/s1600-h/Photo0095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062623476519345170" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="78" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINOp19HBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yKFtfQpJuww/s200/Photo0095.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkILu519G_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3QHoLQIB_Uw/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062621831546870770" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="114" alt="" 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style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="68" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQv519HVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JucJeZtA7po/s200/Photo0151.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINOp19HCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WS80tOBKkDI/s1600-h/Photo0098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062623476519345186" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="70" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINOp19HCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WS80tOBKkDI/s200/Photo0098.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062626779349196066" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="65" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQO519HSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g0DNG0Q_Gqo/s200/Photo0144.jpg" width="200" border="0" /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQv519HUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5MP8ZTJCkok/s1600-h/Photo0148.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062627346284879170" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062633926174776722" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="70" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIWu519HZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LYFswzpgRbs/s200/Photo0026.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQO519HTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/96N_x97XkHU/s1600-h/Photo0145.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062626779349196082" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="66" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQO519HTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/96N_x97XkHU/s200/Photo0145.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIORp19HJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HQm-igNVLZA/s1600-h/Photo0126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062624627570580626" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="69" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIORp19HJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HQm-igNVLZA/s200/Photo0126.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062624627570580642" style="WIDTH: 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIO8519HMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cDIkTsrziO8/s200/Photo0132.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIO9J19HOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VTcrOj65HZ4/s1600-h/Photo0134.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062625374894890210" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="67" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIO9J19HOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VTcrOj65HZ4/s200/Photo0134.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINoZ19HDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vIQnpGSCutk/s1600-h/Photo0101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062623918900976690" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="70" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINoZ19HDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vIQnpGSCutk/s200/Photo0101.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINoZ19HEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XWadtl2Fv_g/s1600-h/Photo0103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062623918900976706" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="63" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINoZ19HEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XWadtl2Fv_g/s200/Photo0103.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQOp19HPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f1AJYQHJpMQ/s1600-h/Photo0136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062626775054228722" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="66" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQOp19HPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f1AJYQHJpMQ/s200/Photo0136.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062623923195944034" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="72" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkINop19HGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zuY6oQ-ftek/s200/Photo0110.jpg" width="200" border="0" /> </div><div></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;">...mId Of WeEk 3...2 MaY...</span></strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">of course...there is something that i bet everyone would do... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">get a hair cut...or even change their hair style... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">YES...i went too...together with nat and feli... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in fact i had both...hair cut and style... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it's just that the styling was temporary curls... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but I LOVE THEM...muckzzz... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pictures i took while waiting for my turn... </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">*yawns*...i was the last...and the longest...sorry girls... =P</span> </span></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQwJ19HWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iyGLqySLzBE/s1600-h/Photo0157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062627350579846498" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQwJ19HWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iyGLqySLzBE/s200/Photo0157.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQwJ19HXI/AAAAAAAAAII/xI-84D4JcMI/s1600-h/Photo0158.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062627350579846514" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQwJ19HXI/AAAAAAAAAII/xI-84D4JcMI/s200/Photo0158.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQwZ19HYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z1NyBX-z1Ro/s1600-h/Photo0166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062627354874813826" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="77" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIQwZ19HYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z1NyBX-z1Ro/s200/Photo0166.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RmUJzq8JyMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AwIR0WgqfTI/s1600-h/Photo0162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072471338607298754" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="70" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RmUJzq8JyMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AwIR0WgqfTI/s200/Photo0162.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZzZ19HdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CNQqE6WUgIk/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637302019071442" style="CURSOR: hand" height="71" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZzZ19HdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CNQqE6WUgIk/s200/Photo0168.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZzp19HgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UavrA4qpk2Y/s1600-h/Photo0181.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637306314038786" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="77" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZzp19HgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UavrA4qpk2Y/s200/Photo0181.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RmUNiq8JyOI/AAAAAAAAANg/qdnnhxmZPPM/s1600-h/Photo0178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072475444596033762" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="71" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RmUNiq8JyOI/AAAAAAAAANg/qdnnhxmZPPM/s200/Photo0178.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZzp19HfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/undAlHVVLrU/s1600-h/Photo0184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637306314038770" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="79" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZzp19HfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/undAlHVVLrU/s200/Photo0184.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZz519HhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9rNEQmUKs-o/s1600-h/Photo0191.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637310609006098" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIZz519HhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9rNEQmUKs-o/s200/Photo0191.jpg" width="97" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637731515801138" style="CURSOR: hand" height="71" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMZ19HjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WXMGfSmcuJU/s200/Photo0216.jpg" width="98" border="0" /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMZ19HiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nI70-jhwnCk/s1600-h/Photo0199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637731515801122" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="90" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMZ19HiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nI70-jhwnCk/s200/Photo0199.jpg" width="94" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMp19HkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-fm5vcD7kI4/s1600-h/Photo0198.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637735810768450" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMp19HkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-fm5vcD7kI4/s200/Photo0198.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div></div><div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>...eNd Of WeEk 3...</strong><strong>4 MaY...</strong></span></span> </span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">it was a surprise surprise for feli...happy birthday BABA... </span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">yup...i bought the cake...and have to hide it... </span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">she my beloved baba...i like...*touchy touchy*... =X </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but nat wanted rou rou...so mine wasn't that bad after all...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">cause i evil = evil ideas...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but nat guai = evil idea...BAD...NAUGHTY!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">anyways...lighting her cake was a real challenge...</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">got big big wing...hai me burn till my finger... =( </span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">sang for her...sabo her...took photos...and laughed at her... </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">because she have ai xing li wu from.......</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">bleahz...don't tell you... =P</span> </span></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaM519HmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YC9RcIZy-6U/s1600-h/Photo0244.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637740105735778" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="77" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaM519HmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YC9RcIZy-6U/s200/Photo0244.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMp19HlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/boWP1VbrYq8/s1600-h/Photo0235.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062637735810768466" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="74" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIaMp19HlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/boWP1VbrYq8/s200/Photo0235.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIamJ19HpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2ApsEQKPg_E/s1600-h/Photo0247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062638173897432722" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="73" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIamJ19HpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2ApsEQKPg_E/s200/Photo0247.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbeZ19HxI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZOczbynOms8/s1600-h/Photo0262.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639140265074450" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="72" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbeZ19HxI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZOczbynOms8/s200/Photo0262.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbep19HyI/AAAAAAAAALg/_pKSj5zioQI/s1600-h/Photo0263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639144560041762" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="74" alt="" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbep19HzI/AAAAAAAAALo/RfSRLkZEK2I/s200/Photo0264.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbep19H0I/AAAAAAAAALw/yymDksDqC9g/s1600-h/Photo0265.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639144560041794" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="78" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbep19H0I/AAAAAAAAALw/yymDksDqC9g/s200/Photo0265.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbC519HtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4V01sX8Bbus/s1600-h/Photo0257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062638667818671826" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="72" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbC519HtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4V01sX8Bbus/s200/Photo0257.jpg" width="104" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbC519HuI/AAAAAAAAALA/xCw6cpR9UrM/s1600-h/Photo0258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062638667818671842" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="77" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbC519HuI/AAAAAAAAALA/xCw6cpR9UrM/s200/Photo0258.jpg" width="97" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIal519HnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cIF0hKmPhdM/s1600-h/Photo0243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062638169602465394" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIal519HnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cIF0hKmPhdM/s200/Photo0243.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEJ19H2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tKCl7Mibk8A/s1600-h/Photo0267.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639788805136226" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="77" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEJ19H2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tKCl7Mibk8A/s200/Photo0267.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbe519H1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/8Hh8e5TvWww/s1600-h/Photo0266.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639148855009106" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIbe519H1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/8Hh8e5TvWww/s200/Photo0266.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEJ19H4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LQHQJyaVtxQ/s1600-h/Photo0283.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639788805136258" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEJ19H4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LQHQJyaVtxQ/s200/Photo0283.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEJ19H3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/kH66kSbN59s/s1600-h/Photo0284.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639788805136242" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="76" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEJ19H3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/kH66kSbN59s/s200/Photo0284.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEZ19H5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/74XRDQNsnNs/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639793100103570" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="76" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEZ19H5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/74XRDQNsnNs/s200/Photo0285.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">...sTaRt Of WeEk <span style="font-family:times new roman;">4</span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">...7 & 8 MaY...</span></span> </span></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">it's specs for me for one entire month...why??? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">contact lens dued...making permanent ones...cheaper mahz... </span><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">argh...nat called me a nerd once she saw me...hai... </span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but never mind...at least nerd looks guai guai le...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">then others don't know thought i'm an angel mahz...muahaha...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">feli wrote us a thank you card...where she was super creative... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">she used eye shadow to decorate it lahz...*wow*...nice nice... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">ooo...still have...america sweets...she bought them online... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">she took the effort to wrap it up...so sweet of her...muckzzz... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">yup...she tied my hair too...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">one sound to describe...*OUCHHH*... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">hai...no choice...hair to layered already... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">went for dance after that...too long never train... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">no strength to do...have cramps...and my back hurts badly...</span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZJ19H7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6PG9kwGyqLg/s1600-h/Photo0294.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062640149582389170" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="77" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZJ19H7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6PG9kwGyqLg/s200/Photo0294.jpg" width="97" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEZ19H6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/lilF8A4MBLk/s1600-h/Photo0292.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062639793100103586" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="75" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcEZ19H6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/lilF8A4MBLk/s200/Photo0292.jpg" width="102" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062640153877356514" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="68" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZZ19H-I/AAAAAAAAANA/np3886--en0/s200/Photo0298.jpg" width="92" border="0" /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZZ19H_I/AAAAAAAAANI/_CC-XRLoObE/s1600-h/Photo0299.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062640153877356530" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="77" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZZ19H_I/AAAAAAAAANI/_CC-XRLoObE/s200/Photo0299.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZZ19H9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mBUXy7kojjY/s1600-h/Photo0297.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062640153877356498" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="77" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZZ19H9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mBUXy7kojjY/s200/Photo0297.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZJ19H8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1ncGym3j3Pg/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062640149582389186" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RkIcZJ19H8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1ncGym3j3Pg/s200/Photo0295.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">...eNd Of WeEk 5...18 MaY...</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">i drew the backdrop...<br />had help from rabiah and zul in the painting...<br />really appreciated their help...<br />just a little tiny winy sad...<br />cause my picture got covered up......<br />the programme went on rather smoothly...<br />but not my mood...cause i felt like a fool...<br />with the help i had already contributed......<br />it wasn't recognized...yet some still demanded more...<br />and if left undone i must be responsible...<br />i was rather upset at first......but later on i felt much better...<br />as i shouldn't let such matter affect my mood......<br />what's more we have two items to put up...<br />all the more i should be happy and SMILE...<br />as i can defiantly stand and say i did more than anyone else...<br />so why should i be the one feeling bad???<br />anyways...stage arts night did ended rather well...<br />it was...too a sucess...</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6708404264015418808?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-24881658853325054042007-04-17T01:01:00.000+08:002007-04-21T01:58:25.295+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">...iNdEeD i SaW hIm AfTeR aLl...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;">i felt blue once again...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">know that no matter what had happened...it has past...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">but no matter what...memories do remain...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">be it good ones...bad ones...or hurting ones...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">they'll still stay in a small deep corner of my heart...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">to him...i'm in the wrong...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">and to me...i'm also at fault...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">but nothing will ever happen...for it always takes two hands to clap...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">seriously i'm at fault...who would ever want to let go such long relation???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">but problems do surface after so long...and it did...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">he said to bless me with his well wishes as long i'm happy...but did he???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">i do not know what he said to his friends...but i know they aren't nice...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">he said awful things to me...but i didn't take it to heart...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">but now he stated this...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">"thinking of your cries make me laugh,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">but thinking of your laugh make me cry"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">tears rolled down my cheeks...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">tears i've cried in the past for him...over him...all went down to waste...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">for i am now treated as a fool in his eyes...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">i never do give up anything without fighting for it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">i fought for the lasting in the relation once...twice...many times...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">but now i felt like a total dumb-bell...stupid me...idiot me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">why did i even shed a tear over him???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">because i ever once have feelings for him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">now i tear...tearing for my supidity and naive-ness...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">my heart shattered once again because of him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">for now i know where i actually stood in his heart...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">for now i know that i've wasted my 4years+ with</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">someone that i never once weigh anything to him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">for now i know that i never once understood you...neither did you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;">for now i know that my heart would never be placed together again for you...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-2488165885332505404?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-33753754470089442112007-04-14T02:43:00.000+08:002007-04-24T00:33:17.424+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>...DaNcE dAnCe DaNcE...</strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">was just too busy to blog...<br />guess today i should spare some time...<br />spare time to really update on my happenings......<br /><br />precisely spent everyday for dance...<br />and seriously...i was and still am stressed out...<br />first...it was the serching and getting of costume...<br />second...it has got to do with the internal affairs...<br />third...it was people being insensitive...<br />fourth...long hours of practices...yet i still can't sleep...<br />fifth...it was the club crawl's praperations...<br />lastly...i no long have enough money for school fees......</span><br /></strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>i'm totally speachless in the searching and buying of musical costume...<br />ran so many places in search of costume...<br />finally was able to settle down and get the boots first...<br />but then...problems arises again...<br />no sizes...increase in prices...and changing of boots...<br />practically went down to the shop nearly everyday in a week...<br />it's as though my transport fee was FOC losz......<br /><br />can i ask a question???<br />in a club...there are seniors and juniors...<br />then can't seniors and juniors be friends???<br />or forever must they just stay as dance mates???<br />want to know what my thoughts and feelings are???<br />yes...you are my senior...i respect you...<br />but you are also my friend...so what do friends do???<br />they joke and laugh together...they fail and cry together...<br />but even joking to my senior...i was being told of by somebody...<br />saying "how can you speak to your senior like this"...<br />but i do not see anything wrong...<br />can't we even be friends out of dance??????<br /><br />injuries...injuries...injuries...<br />who loves pain??? nobody...<br />who loves enduring pain??? no one...<br />permenant pain i'll always have...<br />but whenever the pain is really that overwhelming...<br />i can cry...and my concentration level decreases...<br />but when i explaining for myself...<br />it seemed to her that it was just an excuse...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>but all i wanted...was to be in the blogging...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>so that they could get a picture how it'll goes...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>felt like a total idiot practicing when the pain is killing me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>and all they did was to point fingers......</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>seriously...i do not know if i'm plain stupid...or being helpful...<br />i was being nice to actually take the initiative to help...<br />but it just seems that what i did...all went down to drain...<br />cause none actually appreciated my help...<br />yet still pushed me to the edge...in rushing out within one day...<br />for goodness sack...i'm no God...<br />you can't expect me to rush out anything in ONE day...<br />when i'm actually not sleeping just to rush out the stuff in time...<br />yet instead you said those harsh words...<br />but you only turned one round to mean that..."i'm trying to hang in there<br />for no reason when i cannot even cope in the first place"...<br />i helped...because nobody else is helping you...i initiated...<br />be thankful and greatful that i did helped and am still helping......<br /><br />preparation for club crawl didn't went as smoothly...<br />i helped too...because i believe everyone has got a part to play...<br />but then i was being told of by someone...<br />saying "everything you do...so we do not need to do lahz"...<br />seriously...it wasn't my job in the first place...it was her's...<br />yet...i still recieved such a statment......</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>all my time and effort were put into dance...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>no time to actually work...let aside having time to rest...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">what about my school fees???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">will i still be able to cope???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">it really puzzles and worries me now......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>injuries...problems...insensitiveness...ungratefulness...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>by adding all this up...it just disheartened me so much...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>dance is something i want to have badly in my life...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>but now...all the stresses just adds up...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>seriously...i just want to give up just like that...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>dan wo jiu shi bu gan xing...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>after all the hard work...time...and effort i've put in all this while...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>though i can't say i had achieve anything...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>but at least i've gain something...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>and that something...i do not want to lose it...</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-3375375447008944211?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-33609185396269100442007-03-29T01:29:00.000+08:002007-03-29T03:04:50.799+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>...LoNg LoNg DaY...</strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">went out with treasa and ervinna in search of musical costume...</span><br /></strong><strong></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">combed bugis and city hall area... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">our findings wasn't that fruitful...but not bad after all... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">at least after wasting my breaths... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">we had gotten special discounts... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">so yupz...not bad ba...everything turn out fine... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">nice shop dealers...nice prices...nice outfits... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">nice materials...nice footwears...nice search team...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">and most importantly...NICE MODEL... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">hahazzz...which was my beloved treasa...SEXY... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">muahaha hahazzz...bleahz... </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"><br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">i've sinned big time today... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">you know why??? i'm suppose to go on a diet... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">ate rosted duck rice for lunch... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">fries for tea break... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">a big feast and 2 slices of cake for dinner...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">gosh...dinner was bad...very bad... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">all i did was eat smile listen...eat smile listen... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">why??? make a guess ba... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">because i was eating with my boy's family... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">his aunt's birthday...and i was invited... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">hai...big headache okay... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">go empty handed not right...bu hao yi si... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">go with present also do not know what to get...zhen ku nao... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">boy say she favorite and love is guitar... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">so in the end bought a guitar bai shi ping... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">dinner was unavoidable... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">but why 2 slices of cake...was ''forced''... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">ya...his little cousin amanda hao nian wo wor... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">during dinner she kept talking to me...so my attention was solely on her...<br />till the extend that my boy was somewhat "jealous"... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">when i left their place...she hugged me... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">yes...she's cute...but she refused to let go...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">felt super embarrassed...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">she still talked terms with my boy... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">asking when am i coming and so on... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">hahazzz...damn cute...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"><strong>post pictures next time if i can get them...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;">but here is my pretty and sexy model....hehe...</span> </strong><strong><br /><br /></strong><strong></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Rgq4TSzrDEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uzmuPyduMh8/s1600-h/P1020816.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047048974027656258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Rgq4TSzrDEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uzmuPyduMh8/s200/P1020816.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047049961870134354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/Rgq5MyzrDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y-A58AKYKzg/s200/P1020822.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-3360918539626910044?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-66404636308275756542007-03-27T14:40:00.000+08:002007-03-29T03:13:24.659+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>...HeLLo HeLLo...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>okay...i'm back...B-A-C-K...BACK!!!<br />hahazzz...finally attachment over...<br />and i'm back to school for dance...<br /><br />so long never blog not that i have nothing to blog...<br />but simply have no time to do so...hai...<br />but...such a long period...<br />can't be put simply into a few words...<br />so i won't bore you with the details...<br /><br />yupz...changed my blogskin...and music...<br />course someone had been asking me to do so...<br />argh...so in order to satisfy HER...<br />hahahazzz...there...i found time to do so...<br />though i think she'll say my song very old...<br />but i tai ma mahz...so must pardon me...<br />muahaha hahazzz...bleahz...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">been super busy though attachments over...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">balancing between dance and work...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">musical and club crawl is just around the corner...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">practice practice practice we must...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">jia you everybody...we can do it for sure!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">work...hai...all i can say is torturous...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">tution...banquet...liang tou pao...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">no money equals no school fees...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">got to work hard...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">no doubt it's a must...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">freshmens orientation is around the corner...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">due to clashes with some peoples' attachment...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">there will be changes to our allocations...i guess...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">hmmm...o wells...really looking forward to it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">but lets hope that there would not be much changes...</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>want to work with people i know...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>ooo please......please...please...please...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">okays then...that's about it for now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">if possible...i'll update about what had happened for the...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">erm......past twenty odd days???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;">hahazzz...kk...off to school i go...bleahz...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6640463630827575654?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-24966049875653394642007-03-02T03:11:00.000+08:002007-03-02T06:22:13.812+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>...Gu DaN yI gE rEn...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><strong>zai man change de ye li...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><strong>wo bu duan de deng dai...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><strong>que deng lai le kong xu de zi ji...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><strong>deng lai le bei ai...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><strong>ying wei ni...wo ku le...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-2496604987565339464?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-17938232634537877332007-02-26T06:04:00.000+08:002007-03-02T06:11:48.389+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">...PoStInG dAy BeGiNs...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">a brand new day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">a brand new placement...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">a brand new experience...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">jia you...we can do it...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-1793823263453787733?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-50042998244450113482007-02-25T23:19:00.000+08:002007-02-25T23:35:36.166+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>...MeLtS aNd MeLtEd...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>he love you...do you know??? do you feel it???</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>the love that he try all his will to give you...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>even he himself did not have before...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>all he left is just you...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>he hope that he can give you all his best things...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>you are even more important than his own life...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>he swear he will never leave you alone...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>he just want you to be happy...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-5004299824445011348?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-38601628092783964622007-02-25T00:09:00.000+08:002007-03-21T21:18:46.477+08:00<div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>...mY bUsY sAtUrDaY...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>tuition...was paid today...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>seriously...i lost count of my pay day...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>but it feels like it's one day short...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>ooo wells...never...it's my fault...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>hmmm...i was given a red packet too...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>paise lehz...cause malay family...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>my kid told me how much it contained lahz...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>-_-''' ...hahazzz...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>today is 7th day of new year...ren ri...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>happy birthday everyone... =p</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>yups...so rushed home and prepare yu sheng...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>err...no no no...is bao yu sheng... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>my house no one eat raw fish de...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>mummy was too busy to do it...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>see...nice or not??? i put one...hee...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>but lao wan then there goes my effort...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>hahazzz...never mind...nice to eat can liao...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>went out with my boy later...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>was fuming with fire at first...<br />cause he made two wasted trip...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>wasted my effort and energy...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>du le hen jiu de qi...i bit him...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>as usual my beating symptoms... =x</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>ooo...went mac to buy flavour burst...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>goodness...they never sell...argh...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>and i sounded like an alien to them lahz...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>they do not know mac product lahz...*faint*</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>yaya...we walked into s&k...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>he was so determined to ask the the sales</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>assistant if they have that shirt in large...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>ahhh...and they have it lahz...omg...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>so...he got it for me... =x ...thank you...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>took pictures while waiting for the show...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>we caught dream girls...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>a show with nice story line...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>but was too draggy...two and a half hours...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"><strong>so like...erm...dots...no comments... </strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReG_JJXWzDI/AAAAAAAAADM/enj0aClcwgc/s1600-h/P1020805.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035516022230535218" style="CURSOR: hand" height="104" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReG_JJXWzDI/AAAAAAAAADM/enj0aClcwgc/s200/P1020805.JPG" width="131" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReG_kpXWzEI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZDrriS37hOI/s1600-h/P1020807.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035516494676937794" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="103" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReG_kpXWzEI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZDrriS37hOI/s200/P1020807.JPG" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReHAVpXWzGI/AAAAAAAAADk/ggg6i2h9EBM/s1600-h/P1020815.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035517336490527842" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReHAVpXWzGI/AAAAAAAAADk/ggg6i2h9EBM/s200/P1020815.JPG" width="97" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgEv3Nh86MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qntcn1samMQ/s1600-h/Image(182).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044365683203041474" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="102" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgEv3Nh86MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qntcn1samMQ/s200/Image(182).JPG" width="80" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgEladh86KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EcimnvNfpJE/s1600-h/Image(186).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044354194165524642" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="106" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgEladh86KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EcimnvNfpJE/s200/Image(186).JPG" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgElath86LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gYpR-zJbJQw/s1600-h/Image(187).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044354198460491954" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="105" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgElath86LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gYpR-zJbJQw/s200/Image(187).JPG" width="200" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RgElath86LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gYpR-zJbJQw/s1600-h/Image(187).JPG"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-3860162809278396462?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-50725586051033580182007-02-21T23:12:00.000+08:002007-02-25T23:42:50.553+08:00<span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>...sTuDy DaY wItH tReAsA...</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>were supposed to study at library...<br />but we only woke up at 10......<br />which was the time that we should be meeting...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>so...yups...moral of the story...we over slept...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>so ended up at her place to study...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>was kind of fascinated at her place...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>first it was her room...cause it looked bigger...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>then it was with her maid speaking mandrain...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>lastly it was with her twin brothers...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>ooo...something you must know...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>for the first time i studied...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>i didn't slept...<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>hahazzz...yeah...</strong></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>okay...tell you secret...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>i ate lots of sweet but it couldn't stay awake...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>so treasa made coffee for herself and me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>sweet of her rights??? muckzzz...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">but no like to be at here place...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">you know why??? hai...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">cause i ate and ate and ate...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">lunch and dinner...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">with lots of snacks...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i'm suppose to be dieting...argh...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">ooo...she reminded me of dance floor...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">watched it with her and her brothers...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">and she ask her lao da to send me home...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">super bu hao yi shi...but thanks...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">cause i got to catch my 10pm show...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">yipee...studied and caught my shows...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">thanks a lot treasa...muckzzz...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>soon it would be good bye mr exams for me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>and hello to mr exam for treasa...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>but still...jia you everyone...we can do it!!!</strong></span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReGgrJXWzBI/AAAAAAAAACw/m2CMa5Kbfy0/s1600-h/study2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035482521485626386" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="80" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReGgrJXWzBI/AAAAAAAAACw/m2CMa5Kbfy0/s200/study2.jpg" width="117" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReGgk5XWzAI/AAAAAAAAACo/nLqSL_gsGSg/s1600-h/study1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035482414111443970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="97" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReGgk5XWzAI/AAAAAAAAACo/nLqSL_gsGSg/s200/study1.jpg" width="120" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReGgrJXWzCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JjZpwLEoUrs/s1600-h/study3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035482521485626402" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="97" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2ou66PJKso/ReGgrJXWzCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JjZpwLEoUrs/s200/study3.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-5072558605103358018?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-76595132650770033542007-02-21T00:20:00.000+08:002007-02-25T23:39:22.313+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;">...HaPpEnInG nEw YeAr</span> ...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">2nd day of chinese new year...<br />when to my boy's place...<br />i was like an idiot losz...<br />super lot of pepople there...<br />i was like a clown when i called them...<br />"nice to meet you"...*faint*...<br /><br />ate steamboat there...super pai se...<br />the mummy keep taking food for me...<br />then i gave half of everything to him...<br />super filled...but his mummy say eat more...<br />it was super happening...turst me...<br />especially the recieving of God and praying...<br />seriously...have no comments about his place...<br /><br />3rd day of chinese new year...<br />went out with my boy to catch a movie...<br />after which we went to buy yu sheng... </span></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and headed down to his sixth aunty's place...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">woah...i was precisely like a clown there losz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sat at a corner to watch tv...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">suddenly..."meixian...ni guo lai..."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">was super shocked...went over and sat there...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">then i was bombed with a question...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"meixian ni jue de wei liang zhen yang???"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i was speechless...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and i listened to a lecture...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">dots dots dots...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">comment for new year...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">two words left only...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">super happening...</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-7659513265077003354?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-46822872586925706032007-02-11T22:18:00.000+08:002007-02-16T14:27:07.755+08:00<span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">...SaTuRdAy...SuNdAy...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">spent the day seating around with him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">never do anything much when i met him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">our so called advance "valentine"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">just spending time with him...i'm very happy...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">past 12midnight...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">said a happy birthday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and i headed home...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">meant him in the noon...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">went bugis with him and his brother...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">it was flooded with people lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">we had to squeeze our way through...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">they bought clothes for new year...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and i still can't stand his brother...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">really is bamboo lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you know what is his waist size???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">24!!! now can you imagine his size???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and thanks to him we had to choose for his mother...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">best part is i do not even know what she wears...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and they don't recall what their mother wears...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">when we didn't even started looking......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">guess what i was told???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"no short sleeves...no low-cut...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">not dark coloured...not revealing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">don't want mother to wear like aunty..."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*faint*...can say so much when they</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">don't know what their mother wears...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">finally did chose one...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">then he say the sleeve too short...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">the coller very low......omg...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*fainted*...okay lahz...you choose ba...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">he chose a very cute tee......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">which i don't even wear...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">his borther tell him not to also...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">so bought the one i chose...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">also don't know his mother like or not...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">today...i felt very bad...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">because wo you du qi le...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hai...dui bu qi...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">felt double the bad...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">because ta yun che le...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">maybe cause in camp too long le...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hai......dui bu qi... =p ...</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-4682287258692570603?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-60215473085195345822007-02-10T01:21:00.000+08:002007-02-16T12:09:13.711+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">...My FiRsT tImE...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">no school no school...bleahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">went to hazel's house to bake cookies...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">ooo...she's treasa's friend...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">hehe...nice of her to let me go...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">when i don't even know her lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;">only know each other by faces...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">hahazzz...but she's nice...and PRETTY...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">today is new friend day..hahazzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">thanks for your time...oven...dinner...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">cookie mix...laughters...joy...muckzzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">yupz...was way too early...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">but valentine is not a public holiday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">so yupz...rather celebrate it early...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">my dear treasa tired today...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">so she very quiet...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">never talk with me much...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">say i talkative...but also not lehz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">hai dunno lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">it's a weird weird day...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;">my first time baking anything...<br />her first time using new cookie mix... </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><br />did lots of experiments...<br />had a lot of fun...<br />and it was sucessful...<br />yipee...bleahz...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>...our process of baking...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUpApZjqOI/AAAAAAAAABc/sEAqHcZ4Seg/s1600-h/DSC00464[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031973249746184418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUpApZjqOI/AAAAAAAAABc/sEAqHcZ4Seg/s200/DSC00464%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUpApZjqNI/AAAAAAAAABU/654F4pzUc_0/s1600-h/DSC00463[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031973249746184402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUpApZjqNI/AAAAAAAAABU/654F4pzUc_0/s200/DSC00463%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">...just getting started...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUocJZjqJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lzhKOXFs_qw/s1600-h/DSC00459[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972622680959122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUocJZjqJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lzhKOXFs_qw/s200/DSC00459%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUow5ZjqMI/AAAAAAAAABM/UXzqIqbBp3E/s1600-h/DSC00462[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972979163244738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUow5ZjqMI/AAAAAAAAABM/UXzqIqbBp3E/s200/DSC00462%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">...1st out come...doesn't look that appealing...homemade ar...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUocZZjqKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PrUEyoBXy9Y/s1600-h/DSC00460[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972626975926434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUocZZjqKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PrUEyoBXy9Y/s200/DSC00460%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUowpZjqLI/AAAAAAAAABE/y4efTgFQoOc/s1600-h/DSC00461[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972974868277426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUowpZjqLI/AAAAAAAAABE/y4efTgFQoOc/s200/DSC00461%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">...2nd and final outcome...with deco...much better now...</span></strong><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUsnZZjqPI/AAAAAAAAACE/u7kUXZq81mE/s1600-h/DSC00457[3].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031977214000998642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUsnZZjqPI/AAAAAAAAACE/u7kUXZq81mE/s200/DSC00457%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUsnpZjqQI/AAAAAAAAACM/Cmv1tALAdBA/s1600-h/DSC00458[3].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031977218295965954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-2ou66PJKso/RdUsnpZjqQI/AAAAAAAAACM/Cmv1tALAdBA/s200/DSC00458%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>...we've made corn flacks too...but too sweet...i'd put too much honey... =x ...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-6021547308519534582?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1170957657893648642007-02-09T00:42:00.000+08:002007-02-09T02:06:38.170+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>...i HaTe HiM...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">for the past few days...it has been rather demoralising...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i felt that no longer was i cut out for it as a nursing student...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">call me dumb...call me plain stupid...but i just don't know why...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">seriously...that feeling was strong till that extend...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">that very very extend...that i want to drop out...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">it's coming to the year end...what with the thoughts???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">today...at dance...seriously had fun with the isolation thingy...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">learnt new stuffs...i was super slow in catching steps...as usual...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">but...peter actually said that i'm doing pairing with treasa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">seriously...i was stunned...at e lost of my words...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i seriously am not up to it...so how can i do it???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">walked home after dance...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">the sky was in total darkness...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">and in the dark...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">the stars are shinning so brightly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">every star has it's sliver lining...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">and every tunnel will lead to an end...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">suddenly...i felt so light...so relieved...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">no more burdens of thoughts...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">don't know what got into me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i just felt like hanging on...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">it's like...never in my live...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">not even once...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">had i felt that i'm worth it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">not even once...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i fight for something i like...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">not even once...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">am i cut out to do anything...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">why must i refrain myself because of my background...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">why because of him looking down on me......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i must too look down on myself??? why???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i don't want to...i really don't want to...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i told myself...i want to do it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i want to do what i chose to do...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i want to achieve something out of my choices...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i want to prove to those who are giving me chances......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">that i can really do it if i had the chance to...</span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">and...i want to prove him wrong......<br />prove to him that all these years...his wrong......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><em>...i can...and i must hang in there...no matter what...i must...</em></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-117095765789364864?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1170426641904664582007-02-02T22:11:00.000+08:002007-02-02T22:32:28.396+08:00<span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>...tOo SiCk To ThInK...i'M sO cOnFuSeD...</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>sick for 3weeks already...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>but as usual......</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>attended school and dance...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>continued tuition classes...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>realised i'm no longer as strong as before...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>mindset thoughts and character...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>come to think of it...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>it changed a lot too...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>why is it so???</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>nan dao wo shi qu le zhi wo???</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>na me...dao di shi wei le shen me ne???</strong></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-117042664190466458?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1170425208583016412007-01-30T23:42:00.000+08:002007-02-02T22:31:19.626+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">...TrEaSuRe...CoNtEnDeD...</span></strong></span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>found a hp on in school today...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>guess people are really fortunate these days...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>losing her hp...she could'nt be bothered...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>goodness gracious me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>ren yin wei yong you er bu dong de zhen xi...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>deng dao shi qiu le...hui gan dao yi han ma???</strong></em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-117042520858301641?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1169743947349493042007-01-26T00:20:00.000+08:002007-01-26T00:55:02.036+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>...PrObLeMs FrEe...CaReFrEe LiFe...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>lost my voice on e last week of attachment...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>never ever did i recover...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>it just seemed that it's getting worst...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>worked for long hours...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>slept for that little hours...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>giving up all the amount of energy i have...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>but how long more can i carry on this way???</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>all the happenings...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>all the problems...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>all the thoughts...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>seriously...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>i'm exhausted...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>no longer do i want to think...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>just want a good rest...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>just want things simple...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>please...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>just keep problems away from me...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>at least for this period of time...</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>till i really really recover...</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-116974394734949304?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1169483937315946582007-01-23T00:11:00.000+08:002007-01-23T00:48:41.183+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">...MaLaY eLeCtIvE pReSeNtAtIoN...</span><br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">do not want to mention the saddness...<br />do not want to mention the favouritism...<br />just want to share the fruit of our labour...<br />share the joy and laughter...<br />share my masterpieces...</span></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/329261/mp8.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/320/980484/mp8.jpg" width="171" border="0" /></a> </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/413288/mp5.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/320/344626/mp5.jpg" width="197" border="0" /></a> </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/636894/mp6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/320/105528/mp6.jpg" width="159" border="0" /></a></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"> <img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/320/145279/mp.jpg" width="282" border="0" /> </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/907146/mp1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/320/345979/mp1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-116948393731594658?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1169401576195562952007-01-22T01:37:00.000+08:002007-01-22T02:05:34.743+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">...</span><span style="color:#ffff66;">CoL</span><span style="color:#99ff99;">oUrS </span><span style="color:#33ccff;">cOlO</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">uRs </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">CoL</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">oUrS</span><span style="color:#ffff66;">...</span></span><span style="color:#ffff66;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">so coincidentally i have a new pet...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">his name is called copycat...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">brown...<br />black...<br />honey...<br />blue...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">don't say i copycat...<br />cause i'm always earlier</span><span style="color:#ffff66;">...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">what would be next???<br />i say white...<br />you say purple...</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">hmmm...<br />in that case...<br />we shall see...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">but still...hahazzz...<br />i think i'll win...</span><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">white white white white white...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bleahz...</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-116940157619556295?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1169476335575150632007-01-22T01:10:00.000+08:002007-01-22T23:55:55.823+08:00<span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">...iT's A pRoJeCt PrOjEcT dAy...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">goodness gracious me...today is a busy busy day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">meet up with my group...hmmm...hai...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">don't know if it's a group meeting lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cause there was only three of us...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">want to start to get cracking...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you teach me losz...members not here...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">how to??? hai...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">yupz...best part...i got to watch "wah-yang" losz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hahazzz...inside joke...don't know ask me lahz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ying wei yan "wah-yang" de ren you wo de blog link...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ended meeting...break...yeshi...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">went to makan with my ever dearest leader...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">natelie kwan qing yi...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">muahaha hahazzz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">went changi airport to meet another group...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for malay elective...which is dued tomorrow...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and guess what??? we have not even met once lahz!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">omg indeed it was...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">totally freaked and stressed out though i had help...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">finally it was doned...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">took pictures to relief the stress...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">enjoyed a good laugh...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as it was pictures that disfigure the face...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">feli took with me when my turn came...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and guess what???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no matter how many time we took...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the results were the same...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">only feli got disfigured...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">determined the camera like me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cause only feli was affected...not me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">whahahahahazzz...bleahz... =p</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so how we knew the camera was okay???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they insisted i took it by myself losz... -_-'''</span></strong></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/435044/mx4.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/200/385168/mx4.jpg" width="124" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/390783/mx.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="88" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/200/292223/mx.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/532001/mx1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/200/589666/mx1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/1600/441664/mx3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1732/200/993474/mx3.jpg" width="129" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-116947633557515063?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1169314295280126452007-01-21T01:05:00.000+08:002007-01-21T01:35:10.266+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">...jUsT tOtAlLy SpEeChLeSs...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you're important to me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">stands in a special place in my heart...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">someone who i want to hold on tightly...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and never wanting to let go...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i felt so strongly......yet...so disappointed...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">knowing the amount of love and care i have from you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i indeed more then greatful...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but knowing the amount of you being demanding...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i do not know if you're being selfish...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">or simply couldn't be bothered with what i feel...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">time is short...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and time in your eyes is never the same as mine...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">what's early to you...may not be the same for me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you didn't see it my way...i understand...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but upon letting you know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you didn't seemed the least bit concern...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">seriously...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i'm at the lost of words...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you and me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">came from different worlds...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">fate drew us together....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">greed drew us apart...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and my question is...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"is it worth it???"</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-116931429528012645?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1169315396047552872007-01-20T01:40:00.000+08:002007-01-21T01:52:00.983+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>...fReE aT lAsT...yIpEe...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>3 weeks of attachment...finally over...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>the only word i can use now is...YIPEE~~</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>hahazzz...it was so much happenings lahz...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>will share with you guys when i see you again!!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>okay...this is one inside joke...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>one of the happenings lahz...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>which...erm...dots...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>no comments...hahazzz...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>see if you can figure out a story from the following...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>"i'm mad...mad mad mad...mad mad mad...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>mad mad mad...F**K YOU...mad mad mad...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>mad mad mad...mad mad mad..."</em></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29474732-116931539604755287?l=dreamywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>xIaOxIaNzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992408172873623932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29474732.post-1168772480459424042007-01-14T17:11:00.000+08:002007-01-14T19:34:17.880+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">...LoTs</span> <span style="color:#99ff99;">To </span><span style="color:#ffff99;">SaY...</span><span style="color:#ffcc99;">kEePiNg </span><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It</span> <span style="color:#ccccff;">ShOrT...</span></em></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">never blog for such a long time...so much had happened...</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">do not know where i should start from...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i too am at the lost of words after series of incidents...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">began the year with a whole bunch of bad luck...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">guess lady luck just decided to fly away...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">and let me face the world with my own creation...</span></strong></span> </span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">attachments sucks...not that i'm not into it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">but it's due to my luck which made me feel worst...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">firstly...it was my footwear on the first day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i left my shoe at my work place...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">secondly...it was my learning guide...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i left it in my ward on a friday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">and bothered my pregnant CI in the middle of the night...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">cause was worried that it'll go missing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">lastly...it was the presentation...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">group effort become only my effort...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">as they couldn't be bothered at all...</span></strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;">dance...had assessment on tuesday (9th january)...<br />but i did not practice anything for a super duper long time...<br />closed for hoildays...and upon resuming...i started attachment...<br />no time to practice...and was sick...<br />guess it went well......but still...i injured myself...<br />my feet's skin peeled...leaving onli the skin behind...<br />it hurts very badly...<br />could only limb my way home...<br />limb around during attachment...</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">at work...system changed...hated it...<br />what kinda system is it that???<br />one food server in-charge of two tables<br />one drink server in-charge of four tables<br />idiot lahz...this will only allow people who slack to slack even more...<br />cause if only your drink server nice...then will they help you<br />was made VIP drink server plus usher...and i was free till i help others...<br />was made food server plus usher...and believe me...i was half dead...<br />was made drink sever...and guess what??? i was totally drained...<br />why??? because four tables means i'm helping two food severs...<br />and they gave me two koo koo lahz...argh...<br />two koo koo do not know how to do...still slack...<br />i ran for them food...clear...top up drinks...and get bowls...<br />the word i created in my dictionary now is die-ed...<br />yes pronounce it as die-ed...not died...but die-ed...<br /></span></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">tuition...hai...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">first time ever...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">i can teach till i cry in front of my kid...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">it's way over my limit...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">way over my patience level...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">way over my tolerance level...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">i only thought now is to give teaching up...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">but how could i if this is my only consitent job???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">how could i if i could not find a replacement tutor for her???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">and how could i if this is the only salary that pays myself???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;">that pays my expenses??? that pays my fees???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">at home...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">my brother got himself into trouble...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">police came to our place...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">do not know what got into him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">his old enough...turning 18 this year...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">knowing himself that he has a crazy father...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">why couldn't he think for himself???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">why couldn't he think for others???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">why must he still hang with friends that led him ashtray???</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">are all this happening as i did something wrong leading to all this???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">nothing went smoothly...nothing at all...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">i do not hope for smooth sailing throughout the year...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">just hoping that things would be easier to sail through smoothly...</span></strong></span> </span><br /><strong></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>...i thank you for being by my side during this period of time</strong>...</span></span></span></em><div 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