<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:00:41.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C for Cookie</title><subtitle type='html'>pessimism sees negative reality; optimism sees positive possibility</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7423060779528221481</id><published>2009-09-23T11:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:41:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to singapore during the weekend to attend my cousin's wedding. Honestly, i never meet this cousin of mine before. So this will be the first time i'll be seeing him. The trip this time is much better compared to last year's one. Got more time to walk around, see stuff, tho not as much as i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the bus is really time consuming. The bus left at 10.30am and we only managed to reach s'pore at around 5pm. Didn't really do much the first day. Visited the National Library Building nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494919427382354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmRmdddXFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/E7gaoPGKkzo/s320/DSC03611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Call me jakun or whatever, but this library is really awesome. i don't mind sitting in there the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Note: photographs are all taken by my sister. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494927845468706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmRm80fKiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mSy5US0jvMI/s320/DSC03628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She takes the photographs, and even told me how to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494937569650194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmRnhC6ZhI/AAAAAAAAARA/RmZRErzogn8/s320/DSC03652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm not sure whether u can see it clearly. On the baby clothe it writes 'Shit happens' XD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494947193389730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmRoE5ZAqI/AAAAAAAAARI/x8zwIELLE_o/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pool side wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494961255146002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmRo5R-YhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/06SkjD3U9aI/s320/DSC03698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384497737098160978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmUKeGha1I/AAAAAAAAARY/-qivRPz_m-U/s320/DSC03700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bride and the groom coming in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384497743174731186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmUK0vShbI/AAAAAAAAARg/miFGhPsS6GU/s320/DSC03705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Reading the wedding vow i think.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384497771158846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmUMc_OO7I/AAAAAAAAARw/Kt-4HV8yMc0/s320/DSC03710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The poolside wedding attracted the kids in the pool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl A:"I want a poolside wedding next time."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384497784802561682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmUNP0IzpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DfZIREYt45w/s320/DSC03712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officially husband and wife. yay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384497760381496898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmUL01s7kI/AAAAAAAAARo/HGPiJByJGGg/s320/DSC03709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not on the lips?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384500142930502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmWWghpozI/AAAAAAAAASY/jCqamrlyh20/s320/DSC03766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The photographer is especially proud of this picture she took above.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384500137962382450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmWWOBKJHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6OfpUz6-Hz8/s320/DSC03767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384500121544143026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmWVQ2vsLI/AAAAAAAAASI/w9uNq0Ch7jc/s320/DSC03782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384500113411239954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmWUyjtcBI/AAAAAAAAASA/VCJm-QB9FMY/s320/DSC03827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before the dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not many pictures taken on the dinner. Cuz the camera died. I took the cable used to transfer the pics into the computer, thinking it was the charger instead of bringing the real battery charger. aargh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7423060779528221481?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7423060779528221481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7423060779528221481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7423060779528221481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7423060779528221481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-singapore-during-weekend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SrmRmdddXFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/E7gaoPGKkzo/s72-c/DSC03611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4406932030410773389</id><published>2009-08-31T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:18:00.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一路顺风啊.&lt;br /&gt;相信我们很快又可以见面了.&lt;br /&gt;明年新年? 希望吧.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4406932030410773389?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4406932030410773389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4406932030410773389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4406932030410773389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4406932030410773389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-9008596199328303046</id><published>2009-08-28T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:12:14.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teresa is doing math. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay it's a mistake. i didn't intend to update this blog using this plurk statement. i also just realised it. (explaination to MO :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i know i've said it already and it's abit too late but i'm going to say it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a BIG thank you to those who celebrated my birthday last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the surprise u all planned did work.i didn't expected it to be a picnic style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's somewhere in kepong. parkcity? waterpark? citypark? kepong la in short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but next time if u planning another surprise,please let me know dress code. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i knew it'll in a park, i'd jsut wear t-shirt and jeans. i thought we'll go to some mall. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375666756621371346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Spo0bwNLB9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/OqQRa1ImK4Y/s320/DSC03424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375666770755825426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Spo0ck3FrxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tQEfGgi7xEY/s320/DSC03431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had a pretty good time at the park and souled-out. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay can't write more. my mom is bugging me to let her see some blog.==&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375669838639300802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Spo3PJnggMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/95pUagCwC7E/s320/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ciaos. til the next time i have the mood to put some crap inside here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375669825443790162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Spo3OYdc_VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FiKtbU_panU/s320/DSC03457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to chemistry.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375666775117575410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Spo0c1HAtPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uAgSVGik29s/s320/DSC03444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-9008596199328303046?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/9008596199328303046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=9008596199328303046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/9008596199328303046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/9008596199328303046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/08/teresa-is-doing-math.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Spo0bwNLB9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/OqQRa1ImK4Y/s72-c/DSC03424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7040510627467191152</id><published>2009-07-24T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:04:51.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i think i get too comfortable with life that i tend to forget how blessed i am actually.&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to this person on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;We met occasionally on the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;So happened that i met him today.&lt;br /&gt;We talked the usual stuff la - studies.&lt;br /&gt;But then somehow it moved on into the personal life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know bout him but i find it personal.&lt;br /&gt;But since he don't mind sharing, i don't mind listening.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to him really taught me how i should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Problems like doesn't like going back home..Conflicts and problems with parent to a point where dislike comes in..and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather my parents calling me asking where i am and telling me to come back asap rather than not bothered about my whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;There's not much advice i can tell him cuz it would be hard to put myself in his situation.&lt;br /&gt;The picture i had in mind is probably just a small part of what he's facing.&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;He left saying :&lt;br /&gt;I told God i can't stand this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Which left me pondering.&lt;br /&gt;There's stuff i wanted to tell him but time wouldn't allow.&lt;br /&gt;But if i had that extra minute i'll tell him&lt;br /&gt;pray more.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how weird it feels after not praying for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Because He's always there for u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7040510627467191152?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7040510627467191152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7040510627467191152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7040510627467191152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7040510627467191152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-think-i-get-too-comfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4383458684478149623</id><published>2009-07-17T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:52:21.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally finally finally!&lt;br /&gt;I've been craving for it for months.&lt;br /&gt;I've been tempted to buy a packet of it when i was at the pasar malam and hide in my room and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;And of course being so giam siap i didn't buy it. cuz i know my parents will buy it. it's just the matter of time. so why not wait.&lt;br /&gt;Last week finally the durians arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's not really good ones but it's good enough to satisfied my desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SmA33fy_X7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/sThh4EPo6Y4/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359344983138590642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SmA33fy_X7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/sThh4EPo6Y4/s320/DSC03186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And i caught this funneh picture. no connection with the durian. just putting it up for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SmA33KyC-TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/e-p4F_b4Thw/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359344977497487666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SmA33KyC-TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/e-p4F_b4Thw/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was reading when i came across this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Our personal faults are too much small to scan. This makes it easier to criticize the faults of other which seem double size-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhat true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4383458684478149623?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4383458684478149623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4383458684478149623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4383458684478149623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4383458684478149623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-finally-finally-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SmA33fy_X7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/sThh4EPo6Y4/s72-c/DSC03186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2918333602834056063</id><published>2009-06-22T16:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:45:55.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started this only on sat morning. Having no idea on where to start on, i used the fastest way, google. But had a hard time to settle on what to make. It's either too simple or too complicated or it-looked-simple-but-too-bad-i-dont-have-the-source. After searching high and low, i managed to get some ideas. Started on work immediately. Think i watched 1 episode of prison break b4 starting. hehe. neway, that doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I proudly present to u:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9MrGtYMpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w30jxdBMttY/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079185758466706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9MrGtYMpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w30jxdBMttY/s320/DSC03137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The product after one hour. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350081987392924786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9POLnFbHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6Bz_Z1hXOgI/s320/DSC03134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9Mq27jjqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OyBcUa3c3u4/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079181522964130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9Mq27jjqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OyBcUa3c3u4/s320/DSC03141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a celebration, went to klang to have BKT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350076291303347218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9KCoBgFBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_N2wh6gDWQ8/s320/DSC03146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's me on the wheel. Speeding at 120km/h. But poor atos not that canggih. 120km/h already shaky. Felt like the car might fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079167745195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9MqDmrfhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/15ZxSMeuM6Y/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sizzling babi. FAT babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9MqnO9WQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qoiZJFtYd6k/s1600-h/DSC03151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079177309378818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9MqnO9WQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qoiZJFtYd6k/s320/DSC03151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babi eating babi. wahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079165937935490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9Mp83y5II/AAAAAAAAAPI/Xr_C57MifEw/s320/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 'teh' of the bak kut TEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350076299094444626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9KDFDCylI/AAAAAAAAAPA/H6uJ7HXo4lc/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;1 small bowl cost 2 bucks. kena conned la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350076285335053618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9KCRyjJTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_niWZhpe3_c/s320/DSC03145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;umbrella man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350076280907817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9KCBTA41I/AAAAAAAAAOo/F-23a_wa90k/s320/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;man in tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350076278842680082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9KB5mpYxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IrU11Mn8DcE/s320/DSC02318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;blablablabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i admit i'm putting more pictures and words are getting less and less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;writing is always not my forte la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2918333602834056063?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2918333602834056063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2918333602834056063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2918333602834056063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2918333602834056063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-started-this-only-on-sat-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sj9MrGtYMpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w30jxdBMttY/s72-c/DSC03137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3631276858858195578</id><published>2009-06-11T11:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:06:47.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost 3/4 of the holidays is gone.&lt;br /&gt;1 of the day i actually went to pulau ketam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place that made it to the headline of the newspaper recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went there a day before someone was killed there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was dad's idea to go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i thought it was a day trip.&lt;br /&gt;But on that day itself only i knew that it was some company function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So holidays mar, just follow la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For people like tienmie who doesn't know where is pulau ketam, it's near klang.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905324835246338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB4kbGskQI/AAAAAAAAANo/W2w2yzBjFLI/s320/DSC03011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They only have bicycles there. no other vehicles. Fyi, they don't have flushing system there. So your 'stuff' will end up on the mud below and when the tide rises it washes it off. The same thing goes on everyday. eww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got there and walked walked walked until we reached this primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2gjVc40I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ym2YFsdSlxg/s1600-h/DSC03013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345903059301884738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2gjVc40I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ym2YFsdSlxg/s320/DSC03013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something that reminded me about my primary school days. Where you have all sorts of pertandingan. Pertandingan bina ayat, pertandingan tulis karangan..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345903051393227042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2gF34WSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Vg5JIyR0fMo/s320/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905993096294818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB5LUki8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/1vPZgD8ie18/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the kid's karangan. "Saya suka makan KFC, minum Coka-Cola" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2gRGRAmI/AAAAAAAAANY/UBCQAJR31V0/s1600-h/DSC03024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345903054406353506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2gRGRAmI/AAAAAAAAANY/UBCQAJR31V0/s320/DSC03024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to be artistic here. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2f2y6-LI/AAAAAAAAANI/GrpSpPAGMHM/s1600-h/DSC03018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345903047345895602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB2f2y6-LI/AAAAAAAAANI/GrpSpPAGMHM/s320/DSC03018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another thing that reminded me of my primary school days. The round duster on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go there to visit the primary school. The main thing is this teochew food festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kind of weird food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912283388446418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB-5dvEBtI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SNxYBJR5Aik/s320/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912272984297186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB-42-hTuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cmC-gAr_HGc/s320/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;How many ducks are killed for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912277781365250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB-5I2OwgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pmAprKY2vog/s320/DSC03057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;char kueh gao.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912269213918050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB-4o7l42I/AAAAAAAAAN4/ATvH3TutcKI/s320/DSC03037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beer anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ear are in torture because this huge black thing is right in front of my table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they have those uncles and aunties singing karaoke somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345913923525290466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjCAY7uKKeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/e94DsMkCTdY/s320/DSC03053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Full force amplifiers blasting into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3631276858858195578?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3631276858858195578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3631276858858195578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3631276858858195578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3631276858858195578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-34-of-holidays-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SjB4kbGskQI/AAAAAAAAANo/W2w2yzBjFLI/s72-c/DSC03011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-8501877568741148065</id><published>2009-06-01T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:46:57.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last sat i made sure i'm free to go for tuition ministry cuz my sister planned to have a party for the kids. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho. Got nice food. Yeah i consider kfc as 'nice' food. It gets nicer because it's free. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224068761964322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SiNkfHkZTyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k2Xi29wZ0ls/s320/DSC02927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to sapu the food cuz those kids don't eat much. Another advantage. haha. Let's not mention about calories here. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224074955404402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SiNkfepBtHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7EqJEe0HBWM/s320/DSC02943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After makan since there's not enough time to teach and too much time to just sit and do nothing, we played some game to kill time. They played bingo and hangman. That's Naomi doing the hangman at the board. The word she chose is 'princess'. This is so 'naomi'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as usual after activities in church, we'll detour to the tong sui stall at sek.17.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were deciding which one to eat, i noticed some really 'interesting' tong sui. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So being the adventurous me, i decided to give it a try despite the warning from my sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224077664402370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SiNkfou5u8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dz4d9qkpW7Q/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know from the look it failed to impress me but no harm giving a try. Where else can u find this kind of thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224081275939122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SiNkf2L9aTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uPCQdMK7RZE/s320/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're still wondering what on earth are those..Those orangy stuff is actually orange pulp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i happily tried it and ....... it taste BAD. I was wrong to have that thought it might turn out good. So wrong. So diluted and no taste somemore. Taste like drinking hot water and eating soaked orange pulp. Blehhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i give face aunty, i finished 3/4 of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i'll stick with bubur chacha next time i go there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224084035655922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SiNkgAd7WPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/M3gMAbP4krI/s320/DSC02968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-8501877568741148065?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/8501877568741148065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=8501877568741148065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8501877568741148065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8501877568741148065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-sat-i-made-sure-im-free-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SiNkfHkZTyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k2Xi29wZ0ls/s72-c/DSC02927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2462008295687813788</id><published>2009-05-26T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:32:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To continue on with the sesame street thing, guess what i've got for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sht98GUlUqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yZpP7ygN9ZE/s1600-h/DSC02919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340000254620422818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sht98GUlUqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yZpP7ygN9ZE/s320/DSC02919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You all must be wondering what's with me and sesame street. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't know elmo got 4 fingers though.&lt;br /&gt;Exam's tmr. Wish me luck :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2462008295687813788?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2462008295687813788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2462008295687813788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2462008295687813788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2462008295687813788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-continue-on-with-sesame-street-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sht98GUlUqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yZpP7ygN9ZE/s72-c/DSC02919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7764817297381695565</id><published>2009-05-20T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:11:00.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/ShO5MaxqQEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_BLfxqgwoXU/s1600-h/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337813606361350210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/ShO5MaxqQEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_BLfxqgwoXU/s320/elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nope i'm NOT EMO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this pic i think i took it from deviantart some time ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm going to turn this place into a sesame street place. hoho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gah need to study soon. i need to constantly nag myself to study study study. *slap slap*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7764817297381695565?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7764817297381695565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7764817297381695565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7764817297381695565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7764817297381695565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/05/nope-im-not-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/ShO5MaxqQEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_BLfxqgwoXU/s72-c/elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1140085216147906829</id><published>2009-05-12T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:24:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap something about mother's day. Nothing much, just a card i made. Forgot since when i actually started doing all these things. So during these special days in the year i'll normally make a card. I don't give presents so i guess a card is the simplest thing to give eh. Not trying to blow my own trumpet but people said the card i made quite nice. haha try asking the people who received my card before la. You can ask my mum. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334842328916732162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq1TvMqQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GgFtx4UbF5M/s320/mother%27s+day+card+09+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang dang. Kla this doesn't look very nice cuz i have limited resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334842334394600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq1oJOS_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Rv0-NQjkWew/s320/mother%27s+day+card+09+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me,i prefer to draw than write la. Because it occupy space mar. haha. that's not the main reason la. basically i think it speaks better than words la. Sorry if the whacky cartoon looked a lil messy. Told u, i have limited resources. I don't even have a proper pen. Colour pencils also some missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334842336535676498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq1wHshlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_G12inSl9mo/s320/mother%27s+day+card+09+iii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's after i put in the words. haha. For those who understand what i draw, very good. For those who don't understand what i draw, just pretend that u understand. haha. Most importantly is that i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some other random pictures taken during the mother's day celebration in my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq2DAHGTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3MG1YDs0o_8/s1600-h/puipui+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334842341604137266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq2DAHGTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3MG1YDs0o_8/s320/puipui+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and pui pui. My hand was there cuz i wanted to make her laugh. Before i put my hand down, the camera snapped this pic. Fuiyoh she wear dress and wear ballet flats that day. Scare me a lil when i saw her. Never see her dress up so 'lady' before. Fyi, she can be quite abusive. haha. She got a dog called ruby. and also a rabbit called benny. Btw, why am i telling u this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334842346967300946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq2W-ye1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/o_VLllqm2CA/s320/puipui+momo+daniel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Btw, that guy on the right side is daniel. Pui pui's brother. He looked very sweaty in the pic. The person in the middle....aiya, not important la. HAHA. XD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no offence yea momo :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1140085216147906829?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1140085216147906829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1140085216147906829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1140085216147906829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1140085216147906829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeap-something-about-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sgkq1TvMqQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GgFtx4UbF5M/s72-c/mother%27s+day+card+09+i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5736637543598114752</id><published>2009-05-08T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:11:38.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obviously enough, i did something to the blog skin. Didn't intend to change it ever since the last time i changed it. Actually it's not even me who changed it last time, it's wanning. haha. But i changed it myself this time. *bangga-nya* Was flipping through blogskin on the net and accidentally bumped into this cookie monster skin and couldn't resist it. The changing was actually not that hard, just that html codes really can kill sometimes. Think i took about an hour to fixed it. yikes. Hey but at least i learn something mar rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a gory day yesterday. I bet everyone that got a blog will blog about this. It's the d.i.s.s.e.c.t.i.o.n.&lt;br /&gt;All the belas kasihan, kasih sayang your moral teacher taught you, all the definisi of belas kasihan, kasih sayang, you can thrash it aside. You cannot have compassion. Once the teacher starts the demo, all cameras, all handphones, all suddenly appear. Someone even brought a D-SLR. *ka-cha ka-cha flash ka-cha ka-cha* Everyone with a phone or camera with them start snapping picture while the teacher happily dissect the rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall save the details or even pictures here la. Before someone say i'm being evil.&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5736637543598114752?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5736637543598114752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5736637543598114752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5736637543598114752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5736637543598114752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/05/obviously-enough-i-did-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2199647028700637835</id><published>2009-04-30T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:32:13.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaya</title><content type='html'>I'm having a feast. A papaya feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SfjweDsxa0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LObzPZhhTRI/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274558172818242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SfjweDsxa0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LObzPZhhTRI/s320/DSC02727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what i found in my kitchen last sunday evening. Been papaya-ing the whole week. I'm so papaya now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2199647028700637835?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2199647028700637835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2199647028700637835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2199647028700637835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2199647028700637835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/04/papaya.html' title='Papaya'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SfjweDsxa0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LObzPZhhTRI/s72-c/DSC02727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-6540314486284777595</id><published>2009-04-27T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:37:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I revived my plurk. hoho. After michy asking why i MIA from plurk. Might kill it any moment. Depends. I killed it once, so it won't be surprising it i kill it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-6540314486284777595?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/6540314486284777595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=6540314486284777595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6540314486284777595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6540314486284777595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-revived-my-plurk.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-8892601646076752098</id><published>2009-04-22T16:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:32:04.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was pretty busy last weekend, mainly because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cgMreNqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bVr0dvp8MeY/s1600-h/DSC02551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437854943360674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cgMreNqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bVr0dvp8MeY/s320/DSC02551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the convo, it started with me doing retarded faces behind my sister while she &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;camwhore&lt;/span&gt;. Ended up both of us making retarded cum childish faces. This picture looked the best la. (or can say the most normal one la xP) noticed that purply pinky top she wearing in the pic below? i tell you, it was bought the night before. super super last minute. went to parkson and i think she tried about 10 tops before decided which one to buy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i finally understand how boyfriend felt when going out shopping with girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The must asked question:" which one nicer? this one or that one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Err...i think this one la.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Huh? really?? but i think that one looked nicer.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Then you buy that one laa.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ei, first you say this one now you say that one, are you simply answering me?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;".................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel like i'm the boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cf6Uh5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CB1anIzvsoo/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437850015295074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cf6Uh5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CB1anIzvsoo/s320/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;阳光指数: 爆灯!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;伤心的人看到的话应该会变得很开心吧. 呵呵呵&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;抱歉, 又来讲些没深度的话.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(你讲的话有深度过meh???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cfjt0pFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xFTa-l6byyA/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437843947365458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cfjt0pFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xFTa-l6byyA/s320/DSC02575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking picture with harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the convo is quite boring. i sat there for almost 3 hours just to witnessed the '10 seconds glory'. How say 10 seconds glory? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.5 seconds: Shake hand with this guai lou #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cfcuZ3lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gEuHXJ_8hK4/s1600-h/DSC02606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437842070756946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cfcuZ3lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gEuHXJ_8hK4/s320/DSC02606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 3.5 seconds: Shake hand with guai lou #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cfdlPIRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YEpKCVF3SOI/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437842300739858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cfdlPIRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YEpKCVF3SOI/s320/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remaining 3 seconds is used to walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to momo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and also to myself for updating the blog. got mood mar today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-8892601646076752098?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/8892601646076752098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=8892601646076752098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8892601646076752098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8892601646076752098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-pretty-busy-last-weekend-mainly.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Se7cgMreNqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bVr0dvp8MeY/s72-c/DSC02551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2870805923365219452</id><published>2009-04-10T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:02:46.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2870805923365219452?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2870805923365219452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2870805923365219452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2870805923365219452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2870805923365219452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-what-its-worth-its-never-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1325941806426387569</id><published>2009-04-05T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:57:41.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue alike</title><content type='html'>Thanks to somebody, who said i looked like somebody in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124689023164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sdhutk7JYQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8RbZfIbD_nQ/s320/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt; but out of all people, WHY 卢广仲? WHY this person?? But after seeing this picture, i can only say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124690882759330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sdhutr2giqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lqz8AdNyjqQ/s320/lulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;now i see the resemblance. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not the hair okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1325941806426387569?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1325941806426387569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1325941806426387569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1325941806426387569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1325941806426387569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-alike.html' title='Blue alike'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sdhutk7JYQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8RbZfIbD_nQ/s72-c/DSC01602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-6505236178072948345</id><published>2009-03-29T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:06:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so sinful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sinful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so sinful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so sinful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everytime i go online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-6505236178072948345?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/6505236178072948345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=6505236178072948345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6505236178072948345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6505236178072948345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/03/eat-me.html' title='Eat me'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7156047682832123674</id><published>2009-03-23T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:51:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate chip</title><content type='html'>Baking session went quite smoothly yesterday. Basically, things became kinda chaotic in the kitchen. When we need that particular something, we couldn't find it. Then when everything end, then we realised that something is just right under our nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the plastic bag?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the sieve??"&lt;br /&gt;"Omg, WHERE ON EARTH IS IT?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, how come that bowl is here? I was looking for it just now!"&lt;br /&gt;"Har, where did you found the chocolate chips? how come i don't see it in the fridge???"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, wrong step already la, shouldn't pour in flour first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally had no experience baking on our own, merely following the steps from the internet. Thankfully the chocolate cupcakes turn out okay, look okay, taste also........ okay lah. hahaha. To me, i'm satisfied. We just wanted to have some fun and yes, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccs1X3LZ3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wTW2Vjujy6I/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316267180584298354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccs1X3LZ3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wTW2Vjujy6I/s320/DSC02508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yummmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccs04Zs8pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dgjh7q6lhpQ/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316267172139168402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccs04Zs8pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dgjh7q6lhpQ/s320/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wah, smells goooooooooooooood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccsz6BrplI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WLRphrjYQUE/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316267155395421778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccsz6BrplI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WLRphrjYQUE/s320/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;products of the day. there's more of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7156047682832123674?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7156047682832123674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7156047682832123674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7156047682832123674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7156047682832123674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolate-chip.html' title='Chocolate chip'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/Sccs1X3LZ3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wTW2Vjujy6I/s72-c/DSC02508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-8072596323530800761</id><published>2009-03-20T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:56:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyouaarontan</title><content type='html'>001. Real name → Teresa&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)→ T&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (wanning)&lt;/span&gt;, doraemon&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (aaron)&lt;/span&gt;, ah sa/sasa/傻&lt;br /&gt;003. Zodiac sign → virgo&lt;br /&gt; 005. Male or female → female&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary → yew yee&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School →puay chai (used to lied that i'm from chen moh)&lt;br /&gt;008. High School → Catholic High School&lt;br /&gt;009. College School → still CHS&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color → black&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short → not long not short&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet → quiet (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans → jeans&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera → phone&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak → not really. i sapu everything.&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke? → nah&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? → alot of times (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for → my hong kong drama to start at 2.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids?→ if i can afford&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married? → if i find someone who wants to marry me&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind → zookeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes → eyes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please la, why would i look at the lips?? see nice to kiss onot ar. xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? → taller la of course&lt;br /&gt; 072. Romantic or spontaneous → spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms → arms&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud→ sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → ....&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble maker or hesitant → hesitant &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if i really need to choose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts → no&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home → no &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i love my home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → to defense against my sister who kacau me when i'm cutting something.&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody → no&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart → dunno&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested → at the bilik disiplin once &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not like wanning.haha so many times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died → nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself → think so&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles → errrr, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight → nah &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(u thought acting in movie merh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven → yesh&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus → when pigs fly&lt;br /&gt;094 Tooth Fairy→ when elephants fly as well&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date→ no &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(where can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → the trios&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → i'm contented&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-8072596323530800761?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/8072596323530800761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=8072596323530800761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8072596323530800761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8072596323530800761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/03/thankyouaarontan.html' title='thankyouaarontan'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1359491135667099327</id><published>2009-03-16T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:03:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>呵呵</title><content type='html'>今天考完MUET speaking 后真的有一种很想死的感觉. 真的全程都在乱掰. 而且觉得自己很奇怪, 明明选好了, 可是看到别人选另一个, 也跟着别人. 其实也不会很难, 就不知自己搞虾米, 都是硬着头皮撑下去. Mr. william 在之后讲出我们的缺点时, 真的就突然被点醒, 怎么刚刚都没想到这些?? 哎, 越想就越懊悔啊. 算了算了算了, 过了就算了. 总之, 要我这样子讲  英文舌头肯定打结. 幸好L有事要先离开, 不然应该会死得更惨.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1359491135667099327?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1359491135667099327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1359491135667099327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1359491135667099327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1359491135667099327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='呵呵'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5124461168783046648</id><published>2009-03-05T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:07:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why</title><content type='html'>I feel so horrible right now. I feel really tired and i just want to take my nap now. But the house next next to my house is undergoing renovation. *drill drill drill bang bang bang knock knock knock* it's so irritating. See, now i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i tried cendol with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beans&lt;/span&gt; inside today. To be more precise, 2 biji of baked beans. This is my first time trying it and i tell you, it would be the last time. I wonder what went wrong with the fella's mind to choose to use baked beans instead of the normal red beans. The taste is really weird. The taste of the whole pack of cendol was 'contaminated' by the 2 biji of baked beans. When i look at the packet of cendol with the 2 biji of baked beans sinking underneath, i have to say it disgusted me a little. Baked beans are definitely not meant to go along with cendol. Failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5124461168783046648?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5124461168783046648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5124461168783046648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5124461168783046648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5124461168783046648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-8196009908118180730</id><published>2009-02-27T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:50:26.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Since the start of this year, i didn't really write much stuff here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't want to, but&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm using my sister's laptop to go online.&lt;br /&gt;2. The laptop is in her room, so the chances of me getting to touch the laptop get so much lesser.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whenever i go online, i usually read people's blog rather than writing blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so basically this is why you rarely see updates here. Nevertheless, i'm still trying to keep this place alive. Haha. I think no one really visit here. It's so boring here xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To females,&lt;br /&gt;when u take the bus, do sit properly, you never know what the person opposite you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-8196009908118180730?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/8196009908118180730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=8196009908118180730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8196009908118180730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8196009908118180730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4706982244336446431</id><published>2009-02-22T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:48:31.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Maybe someday i'll find you selling swimming rings by the shores of the States and you can find me bathing elephants in the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4706982244336446431?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4706982244336446431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4706982244336446431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4706982244336446431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4706982244336446431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3412415899158581316</id><published>2009-02-09T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:50:14.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash</title><content type='html'>My hometown has been raining really heavily. When i last went back during chinese new year, water overflowed from the drain, poodles of water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently u couldn't really defferentiate whether it's the raod or the drain beneath the water since everywhere is covered with water. Even after i came back to PJ, the rain continue, the water level keep rising. Flooding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought how serious the flood became til my mum told me that my aunt actually bought a boat for my grandparents. A BOAT. Omg. Having the image of my grandparents rowing the boat whenever they need to get out just gets way too funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope the flood will end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SZAjnErAxtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Qh9uC68xzo/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300775915591091922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SZAjnErAxtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Qh9uC68xzo/s320/DSC02162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3412415899158581316?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3412415899158581316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3412415899158581316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3412415899158581316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3412415899158581316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/02/splash.html' title='Splash'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SZAjnErAxtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Qh9uC68xzo/s72-c/DSC02162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1925172227475593019</id><published>2009-01-20T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:15:35.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Jelly time</title><content type='html'>Everytime i thought i did quite good, it turn out bad.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i thought i did bad, it turn out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back when me and mum and sister went to Marco's Pizza, the waiter lead us to the same exact table me and my pals went last time. Deja vu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i can't beat the sleepiness, i decide to sleep earlier and wake up earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1925172227475593019?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1925172227475593019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1925172227475593019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1925172227475593019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1925172227475593019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/01/peanut-butter-jelly-time.html' title='Peanut Butter Jelly time'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1459839427307288168</id><published>2009-01-16T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:54:49.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>I ran for the first 100 meter, pain striked at my right abdomen. I slowed down. Then i start running again, pain striked at my left abdomen. Why is this so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch before i run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first has a higher possible reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1459839427307288168?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1459839427307288168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1459839427307288168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1459839427307288168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1459839427307288168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2009/01/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1642783787049204905</id><published>2008-12-31T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:38:36.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>It's hours ago before the brand new year comes in. 2008's been pretty awesome for me. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLO!! Having the whole month stuck in the small taiping town has brought loads and loads of memories. I just have to say that....time flies. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;February&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, chinese new year lah. I didn't really get to enjoy this year's CNY due to some after-glo-syndrome. I thought i won't be going back for CNY next year, but good news! I'm going back, dad changed his mind last minute, dunno why lah. Yesh, got nice food. Hehe, time to get fatter. I don't care. Looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 8 theory exam. Despite the fact that i didn't attend any classes in january and was rushing doing all the past year papers weeks before exam, i still pass! This means no more piano classes from that day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;April&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally can drive! As mum said, when your children gets to drive, means you're getting old. Now i got less headache on transportation. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed up your bag, put on your uniform, form 6 officially starts. The honeymoon lower 6 ended so fast. sigh. Sometimes i love it, sometimes i hate it. Anyway, time to face it and work hard next year. But play harder. Haha. Hope i can survive through the stressful year. Yes, i must prove that form 6 ain't that sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month momo hit off to the states. No one to fight for the car with me. I can have giffi all by my own. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday month. It's good to be able to celebrate with a bunch of highschool mates. They're funny as usual. I was really touched of them having the thought to take the effort to celebrate. Make me so pai seh. Thanks guys for giving me a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;September&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the church christmas choir. It's part of my wishlist for this year. Although the practices may take quite an amount of time, but it's all worth it. It's been fun to be able to be part of the team. Not forgetting the experience of performing and getting myself on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to let go, no point holding on. I knew this would happen, it's only the matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my phone credit doesn't used up that fast. haha. Forgive me if you don't understand what i'm talking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-holiday month. Everything's been cramp into it. But the most important is of course my baptism. After contemplating for long, at the very last minute i putted in my name. This marked a new start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YF camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be some flaws but overall it went great. The feeling's great seeing or hearing people said how they enjoyed the camp. It's the time of bonding and all as well. Got a chance to see the other side of diana and lucy inside room 1. Gila people. It used to be us being the small kids inside the group, but now it's time for us to take up responsibility to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is it, anything missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, July is missing. Cuz i couldn't think of anything special to write. Haha, i guess i was busy with school at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next week school will be starting. I feel excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1642783787049204905?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1642783787049204905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1642783787049204905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1642783787049204905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1642783787049204905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2431294608472502439</id><published>2008-12-25T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:51:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry christmas</title><content type='html'>You know, i actually missed the times i write my diary. Ever since i started this blog thing, my blue diary has been abandoned under the piles of book. When i opened it recently, i only realised i only wrote diary once in october, once in november and maybe once or twice in december. When i flipped back and read through, it always brings back memories. Outings, celebrations, vacations, or even a plain boring day. All 2 years of memories all contained inside. The pages are running out and it's time to start a new one. I just felt that perhaps i should spend more time writing and jotting down stuffs that happened in life. Feelings or emotions. Unlike in bloggging, sometimes i would stare at the screen for minutes, writing and deleting, looking through and wonder..and end up deleting what i've wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that i want to spend more time on my diary, pick up that habit again. A place where i just need a pen and i can just scribble, write nonscene, a place to let out frustration. Yea so, i most probably won't blog that often that i used to. Maybe once a month, once a year. Haha, i don't know, but i'll still check on this blog once in awhile so of course you can still drop a message here. Haha what a lousy blogger i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blessed christmas :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2431294608472502439?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2431294608472502439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2431294608472502439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2431294608472502439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2431294608472502439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry christmas'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2348195166490180463</id><published>2008-12-18T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:34:03.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>What is the worst thing that can happen when you are halfway taking your nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when someone abruptly wake you up to go out to buy tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to me this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily taking my nap, then suddenly my sister came and woke me up. Of course i said " Go away la.." and trying to continue with my nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go walk out with me to buy tomatoes, can exercise somemore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. TOMATOES? U wake me up just so i can teman you to buy t.o.m.a.t.o.e.s.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my sister pestered me for like a few minutes, finally i gave in. Like always, she wins. Since i'm half awake so no point sleeping back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still my point is...when i'm sleeping, don't simply wake me up lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s momo, i'm not complaining here k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2348195166490180463?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2348195166490180463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2348195166490180463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2348195166490180463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2348195166490180463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomatoes.html' title='Tomatoes'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2687806731696218601</id><published>2008-12-04T13:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:44:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The part II</title><content type='html'>It's nice to get to wake up whenever i want, without worrying i'll be late. It's really nice when i don't have to use the alarm to wake me up. And yea, as i promised myself, here's the part II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GATHERING AT NZX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wan ning fly off to Japan for her holidays, me, ying yen, chun yan and wan ning decided to meet up. NZX (Stands for nui zhe xui, if translate it, it becomes 'cow car water' which simply doesn't make sense.) was all chun yan's idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ying yen's car was running low on petrol, so we went to mobil before we went for dinner and that is where we witnessed a horrifying yet funny scene. As ying yen prepared to park to car, on our left side, this Myvi started moving forward, but the thing is--the hose that you used to pump petrol (i don't know what you called that, so i'll call it the black hose) is still attached to the car! So the car keep moving, and the hose was keep being pulled until it snapped! And there was this poor lady running behind the Myvi to stop that car. And another mobil worker running behind the lady as well. Thank goodness they manage to get to the car and stopped it. Fortunately there wasn't any cars there except ours. Even fortunately there the petrol wasn't pumped out that time. If not, just imagine, the petrol spraying everywhere when the hose snapped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, we quickly drove off. For a second, we thougtht there might be an explosion. After all the laughing at the scene at the petrol station and all the jam at the LDP highway, finally we got ourselves to NZX. That place is something like a mall. Maybe a mini one. And in there, we went to this restaurant :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz8eXX05I/AAAAAAAAAEo/cxBQWQhZ0qo/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812971268264850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz8eXX05I/AAAAAAAAAEo/cxBQWQhZ0qo/s200/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fullhouse. It's a pretty nice and comfy place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz8mDkI4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/75z3nwWcWCE/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812973332669314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz8mDkI4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/75z3nwWcWCE/s200/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice from the outside. Quite cute rite, with all the white mini fence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz9gxYSjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q0YPXu6JGmQ/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812989094087218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz9gxYSjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q0YPXu6JGmQ/s200/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice in the inside as well. Simple and nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz86pQ5iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cb8ej7MxCRs/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812978859501090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz86pQ5iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cb8ej7MxCRs/s200/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When dory fish meet with chicken chop and fish &amp;amp; chips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz9oRSyaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Fnp4EvAucAc/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUACHI MAKING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this on the paper months ago, bought the stuffs needed, but always didn't get a chance to try it out. I almost forgot about it then one day, sis mentioned about it, and the next minute, we're already preparing to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4DINCWsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XNx3O9OvnG4/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817483624929986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4DINCWsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XNx3O9OvnG4/s200/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz9gxYSjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q0YPXu6JGmQ/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuffs which are needed: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tepung pulut, crushed peanuts, sugar, water, few drops of oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4Dt5ggBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKpcLQvL8DM/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817493743566866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4Dt5ggBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKpcLQvL8DM/s200/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pounding and crushing the peanuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4EBnAj8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/a6F15BMji9g/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817499034685378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4EBnAj8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/a6F15BMji9g/s200/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steaming the tepung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4DY_ANNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/39ONJ5KJKso/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817488129471698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd4DY_ANNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/39ONJ5KJKso/s200/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it'll turn out like that when it's ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd6IU5NnRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K9Frin6q6sI/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275819771954044178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd6IU5NnRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K9Frin6q6sI/s200/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything's ready, cut the steamed tepung, mixed it with the nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't looked very good lar, but still edible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd6IrdiioI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sjoCUd_e7Uk/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275819778011990658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STd6IrdiioI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sjoCUd_e7Uk/s200/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, what else? Eat lar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2687806731696218601?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2687806731696218601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2687806731696218601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2687806731696218601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2687806731696218601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-ii.html' title='The part II'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STdz8eXX05I/AAAAAAAAAEo/cxBQWQhZ0qo/s72-c/DSC01527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5944382296480101743</id><published>2008-11-30T17:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:30:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My november part I</title><content type='html'>Ok some updates. Novemeber seems to be a busy month for me. Let me just do a run through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY EXTRA CLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, although holidays started but we still have to go back to school for chemistry extra lesson. Chem teacher been catching up the lessons like crazy, even the 1 minute used to clean the whiteboard, she won't waste it, she continue talking. As she always said "Everyday is a working day".Sitting for 2 hour 30 mins of chemistry is certainly not fun. Maybe for the first 1 and a half hour i might be still awake and concentrating but as the next 1 hour comes along i sure get restless. Every 2 minutes that passed seems extra extra long. And i guess i already half forgot what she taught by now. Revision needed xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY PROJECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, thanks to that project, i've been sucking in much ethyl acetate and formalin, playing with soil, digging a hole in the middle of the padang and trying to catch butterflies and bees in the science garden under the big hot sun. Tomorrow still need to go to school to do the soil thing. pfffft. Ok don't complain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VBS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aloha babeh. Yes i volunteered as a helper in the junior class. Not really teaching the kids but more helping giving out stuffs, collecting them back and CONTROLLING the kids. Mingling around with kids make me a kid as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274389283541744610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STJlG8Sh--I/AAAAAAAAADw/nFo3PqeaFAk/s200/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's the class that i'm helping in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274389289786437474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STJlHTjYb2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/8x6ESXV9gxw/s200/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the kid called me aunty. Although i still smile at the kid, but that instant i feel so geram. Do i looked that old?? Call me che che, not aunty lar. Nevertheless, the kids are still very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274389300029231634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STJlH5tdEhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rP6Mn9tfEeo/s200/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Especially HIM. Meet Ryan ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407511597355778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STJ1r9FpkwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zrRk896YfNA/s200/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you spot me? haha. Clue: definitely not the first 3 rows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s hope i'll update my part II soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5944382296480101743?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5944382296480101743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5944382296480101743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5944382296480101743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5944382296480101743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-november-part-i.html' title='My november part I'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/STJlG8Sh--I/AAAAAAAAADw/nFo3PqeaFAk/s72-c/DSC01565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5761636088396556448</id><published>2008-11-21T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:32:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzy</title><content type='html'>Goodness me, this week has been so packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like yesterday, i woke up at 5.30pm and i only managed to reached home around 7pm. So tired that i skipped choir practice.*shh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got a long day to go tomorrow. But i still have 2 major events coming up in december--YF camp 08 and christmas choir. Hey my holidays just started but seems like i'm getting busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5761636088396556448?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5761636088396556448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5761636088396556448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5761636088396556448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5761636088396556448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/11/buzy.html' title='Buzy'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3947648265931413705</id><published>2008-11-17T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:26:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that i did not give you much responses. But i guess it had already become a part of me. Expressing myself had always been a problem for me. Maybe i did not get myself used to do this and now there's this wall building up. Looked cold on the outside, but inside i do care, but funny enough i still do not have the guts to say that i care. "What's so hard?" There's no answer, it's just &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't go on forever, a change is needed. But how long will it take? Am i ready to open myself up or do i feel reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like deleting what i'd wrote. But since it's written, i'll just post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel disturbed now, can't write much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3947648265931413705?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3947648265931413705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3947648265931413705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3947648265931413705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3947648265931413705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-353014830219491718</id><published>2008-11-11T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:37:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptised</title><content type='html'>To be honest, i was ubber dupper nervous, for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear what's happening outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i forgot to do the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot to hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i knew it, i was down in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seconds inside the water seems unusually long. When i got up, got choked. *coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day marked another important day in this year. Somehow, i think that there are many memorable events that happened this year. Perhaps i should do a review at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good reminder indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baptised!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-353014830219491718?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/353014830219491718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=353014830219491718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/353014830219491718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/353014830219491718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/11/baptised.html' title='Baptised'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3805763882166458885</id><published>2008-10-31T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:04:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap skate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~Tagged by Diana~*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Your handphone model?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Samsung SGH-C160. Cheap skate phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. a picture of it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUnjTu9-wzE/SQppun9sh0I/AAAAAAAAARo/4yvPDRy2CsU/s1600-h/1295_1201266336.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263322167575126498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SQsToAjBIeI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZJOw1EAkw78/s200/phone.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. How many times did you handphone get tortured by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few falls and trips and no massive damage.yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. which part of your handphone you hate the most and why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like i said, it's a cheap skate phone. So the phone is basically for me to call people and sms people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Like the most and why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a cheap skate phone! So whenever i dropped it i don't really feel the 'ouch'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. If you're given a chance to change your handphone colour, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Er..white? Maybe it'll look more high class in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. What icon do you like the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Icon? There's not many seriously. And the phone only have 1 wallpaper.sad sad sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. What else to change to become a perfect handphone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every single teeny weeny bits and parts that's in the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. You need a handphone because?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When cute guys ask for my number i can give them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Who bought this phone for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad. Cuz i went to GLO early this year so he bought this phone so we can keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. With the total amount of your handphone price, what could you buy other than phones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;200 chicken burgers in my school canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Is your handphone model popular in the market?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far i only seen 1 person who got the same phone as me. So do you think it's popular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Describe yourself as a smart handphone user?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When calling people's house phone, use my house phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When calling people with 016 or 019 number, use dad's phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When calling people with 012 or 017, use mom's phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When calling people who's in my Activ 10 list, then only i use my phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. How often do you charge your handphone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the cheap skate phone punya screen start to blink every 10minutes, saying "Battery LOW Battery LOW" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Estimate how long can your handphone survive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe another 1 or 2 years la. I don't want it to follow me for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Actually,are you interested in handphones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not really. Handphone is meant for me to call and sms. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a walkman music player in it would be a plus point but that's not necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Are you happy with your handphone condition now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It doesn't have games. not even SNAKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can only store around 110 sms only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It only have 1 wallpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it will shut off automatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks like a toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Every morning, what is the first thing you do with your handphone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Press the 'snooze' button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Imagine someone takes you handphone away for one day, what would happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll tell that someone: "har? cheap skate phone you also want??"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. No handphone no life. Agree or bullshit? Explain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life is not in control of my cheap skate phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Tag six sexy handphone users.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shien yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seou yuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shu qin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~*~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3805763882166458885?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3805763882166458885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3805763882166458885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3805763882166458885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3805763882166458885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheap-skate.html' title='Cheap skate'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SQsToAjBIeI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZJOw1EAkw78/s72-c/phone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2332092187008616745</id><published>2008-10-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:54:09.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating</title><content type='html'>So this is it. I finally made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my baptism class. And had the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about this for quite some time. Actually started thinking eversince i came back from GLO. On and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd november marks the date. Anyone coming? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2332092187008616745?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2332092187008616745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2332092187008616745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2332092187008616745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2332092187008616745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/anticipating.html' title='Anticipating'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4338637433851975425</id><published>2008-10-27T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:23:39.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>A couple of days before, cy had been talking about this email yy send us. Due to the nothing-to-do-ness, i went through my inbox and found that mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title and the rest go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Men are hard to please.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems with guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you treat him nicely, he say you're in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, he says you're proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you argue with him, he says you're stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep quiet, he says you have no brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tell him your problems, he says you're troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, he says you're selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scold him, you're like a nanny to him.&lt;br /&gt;If he scolds you, it's because he cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do well in your exams, he says it's luck.&lt;br /&gt;If he does well, it's brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dress nicely, he says you're trying to lure him.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, he says you're from kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're smarter than him, then he'll lose face.&lt;br /&gt;If he's smarter than you, he is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you break your promise, you cannot be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;If he breaks his, he is forced to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4338637433851975425?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4338637433851975425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4338637433851975425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4338637433851975425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4338637433851975425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5528514124470174195</id><published>2008-10-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:17:41.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When she was standard 1</title><content type='html'>She remembered back into standard 1, only she and rita got the bina ayat correct. Only because no one else know what does 'meragut' means but rita. And that girl beside rita also got it correct because she copied. So her copycat skills were first developed when she was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how silly was she to sneak out of the classroom in the middle of bm exam just to tell alexander who walked out to the toilet the answer for the kata bilangan question which is quite hard. She knows the answer and thought that she should tell others in case they don't know the answer. Wonder if alexander really got that question correct after she kindly offered the answer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to select the class monitor and assistant monitor, she sits up with the best posture-back straight, both hands on lap, and looked into the teacher's eyes, telling:"Pick me, choose me" Somehow it works, she became the assistant monitor and she gets to wear the light blue badge. The once and only year that she gets the chance to be the monitor throughtout these years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teacher wasn't in class, she and the class monitor walked round and round the classroom catching every single person who talks, speaks, whispers and put their name on the blackboard. And thanks to us, they were canned when the teacher got back. A good example of a monitor exploiting her power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is this guy who pee-ed during cikgu kuma's lesson. He was too scared to tell the teacher that he needs to answer the call of nature. Guess he can't control it any longer and end up wetting his pants. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was second in class for 4 consecutive semesters. She used to be proud with that silver trophy she got during year end prize giving ceremony. She doesn't know where she kept that not-so-silver trophy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class was 1J,groundfloor, just right beside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't believe that i actually remembered all these that happened during my standard 1. What amuses me is that i actually remembered some of the names of my classmates and teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5528514124470174195?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5528514124470174195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5528514124470174195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5528514124470174195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5528514124470174195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-she-was-standard-1.html' title='When she was standard 1'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5402578484573193215</id><published>2008-10-21T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:01:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Finally it come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it? Uhhh...bad bad bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Pengajian Am- How on earth do i expect them to ask about&lt;em&gt; space exploration&lt;/em&gt;?!As if i know a single thing about the advantages it brings. Of course i crapped through the essay, hoping my points will be convincing enough to deceive the teacher, which i don't possibly think will happen.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;MUET- mr.william will laugh at my essays.&lt;br /&gt;Math- The killer.&lt;br /&gt;Biology- *bangs head to the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether the papers are getting harder or i'm losing focus that's why i felt that it's hard. What happened to me? My brain don't seem to work. All the stuff that i memorised seem to disappear at the moment i needed them most. And the thing is, &lt;em&gt;i don't seem to care&lt;/em&gt;. Not good not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over. Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5402578484573193215?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5402578484573193215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5402578484573193215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5402578484573193215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5402578484573193215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4360570037508567399</id><published>2008-10-17T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:38:39.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Been thinking quite alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be halfway through my homework and suddenly i would questioned myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Why am i doing this? Did i made the right decision?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i like it but sometimes i doubt it. Sometimes i just feel like throwing away chemistry, biology or math and just..and just..well, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fairly remember the time when i decided to go for form6. After the decision was made, it's such a great relief. The feeling i can't really describe. The strong feeling that's telling me this is it, this will be the right decision. Decision made, internal struggle gone. But this didn't stay long, now the struggle is back. Not a strong one but it still pinches me here and then. Is this really for me? or i'm choosing it just for the sake of choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing form6 is my own decision, i have my own reasons for choosing it and i know i shouldn't regret it. I'm almost halfway thorugh it and i'll just hang on to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4360570037508567399?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4360570037508567399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4360570037508567399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4360570037508567399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4360570037508567399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-113412322681378510</id><published>2008-10-07T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:20:53.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>That's the thing of not having streamyx, wireless or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i can, only that it takes AGES to load the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;A 4 minutes song took me almost 1hour to load it.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been such a worrier lately.&lt;br /&gt;Getting worried over unnecessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Getting moody.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the coming exams.&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find back the peace in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-113412322681378510?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/113412322681378510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=113412322681378510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/113412322681378510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/113412322681378510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1607306682740695721</id><published>2008-10-03T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:42:12.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I heard my mom calling, i opened my eyes and the first thing that run through my mind "i'm L-A-T-E!!". I have no time to time to condemn myself, quickly changed, grabbed my breakfast and hopped onto the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i'm not late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SPCA with fellow guides in my school. Although i just came back from cameron the day before, despite all the tiredness i still decided to go. All because i WANTED to go. Only the 5 of us (ziwei, kaheng, yenfern, weilin,me) turned up, out of the 20 we estimated. Nevertheless, we made our way to SPCA. Once we stepped down from the car, the not-very-pleasant smell of SPCA and the barking of dogs warmly welcomed us. THE SMELL. We thought that we'll going to mess around with cats and dogs. But how wrong. This man just led us into this room, fulled with stuff and asked us to arranged them nicely. Toys, CDs, books, clothes, spongebob, whatever you named it lah. And boy, the ventilation inside that room was surely not good. After a moment, our nose started to get itchy. The cleaning up took us awhile, we did the best we could. Then later on, we even  tried feeding the dogs. More like opened the cage door and throw the bowl inside kind of feeding. With the amount of food they need for these dogs and cats per meal, i wonder how SPCA find funds to feed them. After all these, we left that place covered with sweat, dust, dog smell, cat smell, dog and cat's poo smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we walked along the road, we saw this signboard showing 'KLCC'. Then someone popped out with this KLCC idea. And these girls were not joking man. We really find our way from ampang to KLCC. We spent most of our time in the BIG playground near klcc. Although we were 18, we played and took pics as if we were still 8. But seriously, this is the first time i stepped my foot into that park. Inside the mall, we passed by &lt;em&gt;GODIVA chocolatier&lt;/em&gt; and saw some 'guai lou' holding chocolate ice-blended. Yenfern wanted to try.But one said too full, one said no money, another one said she don't drink chocolate, so left me. Seeing the desperate yenfern, i agreed to share with her. Tried &lt;em&gt;dark chocolate decadence.&lt;/em&gt; It was ok-ok lar, abit too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home about 5.30 and slept all the way to 10.30. Anyway, pretty productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adoption Saves Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Made a cameron trip with a few of the yf teachers and student comm to check out the campsite. With limited compound around that place, we really have to brainstrom on what activites and games we can have around there. Even playing captainball isn't safe. The ball might just fly across the low fence and finish lah like that. Someone have to run down the mini hill to find the ball. Had my first try on this 'Saboteur and Miner' game. I like this game. Cuz i always win. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was good, the food we had was good, but the traffic was terrible terrible terrible. People go to cameron to enjoy and get rid of the stress, but instead, we get more stressed, especialy the drivers. A short 500m took us 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever go cameron during public holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1607306682740695721?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1607306682740695721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1607306682740695721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1607306682740695721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1607306682740695721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-exhaustion.html' title='Double exhaustion'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5837896948142879436</id><published>2008-09-26T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:00:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagggggged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~Tagged by May. ~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and her? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Church pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has good eyesight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serious at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry but i have to use this word again--lame.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. The most memorable things she had done for you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She remembered my birthday and wished me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. The most memorable things she have said to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"HI TERESA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. If she become your lover, you will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. If she become your enemy, you will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. If she become your lover, she has to improve on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. If she become your enemy, the reason is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she was too lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on her is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;learn how to be lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. The overall impression of her is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want to be perasan here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tak tau lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being a lazy bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doraemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 wanning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 yingyen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 shienyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 shuqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 songjian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 jaqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9 czixian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10  may &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is no. 3 a male or a female? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;male.confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If no. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that would be so wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How about no. 5 and 8? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.5 must grow at least 20cm higher. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is no. 1 studying about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a-levels @ help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone determined to master 8 languages.o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is no. 4 single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap, i suppose. chiam,tell me if you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say something about no. 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pierced his left ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5837896948142879436?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5837896948142879436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5837896948142879436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5837896948142879436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5837896948142879436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagggggged.html' title='Tagggggged'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1593693698183292574</id><published>2008-09-22T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:35:29.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Went for zhi hao's farewell last night at his place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i found this animal at his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248743959756956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SNdI0oZKZMI/AAAAAAAAACA/eom6Zk_webI/s320/goat.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEHHH~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my goodness. Apparently he reared 2 GOATS. Jack and Jill. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not jack and rose??)&lt;/span&gt; See, goats have names somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously this is the first time i saw anyone rearing goats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out from hong ken that his mom bought these goats to eat the grass in their compund but it turn out that the goats don't actually eat grass, they only eat leaves. -.-""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1593693698183292574?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1593693698183292574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1593693698183292574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1593693698183292574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1593693698183292574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/meh.html' title='Meh~~'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SNdI0oZKZMI/AAAAAAAAACA/eom6Zk_webI/s72-c/goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2927148453892454332</id><published>2008-09-19T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:45:03.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let it be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"It's okay if you don't want to, but it just reflects your &lt;em&gt;attitude."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid haunting words that kept echoing in my mind whenever i think back about it. Should always keep my mind occupied with something else.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that i actually smiled at you when you said those words. Out of all facial expression, i smiled at you. Somehow, don't feel like defending myself at that point of time. You said that statement twice, twice. That 'attitude' word sounded a wee little sarcastic.bleh..Whose fault was it actually, it could be mine it could be yours, but i'll take it as mine. It doesn't really matter now too actually. I was taking it all cool and calm but it doesn't lasted long. When i stepped out, emotions started to overcome rationality. Things get messy i guess. Maybe i took things more seriously. Too sensitive maybe. I thought back thinking if only i didn't said this, if only i don't said that, if only i don't give her that look. Will it made things better? But what's done is done, just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, cy  i owe you an apology cuz i felt that i kinda ruined your mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To just cut the story short, i just pissed off 2 teachers today. Not 1, but 2. I don't mind pissing off CPK but about LL, sigh i'll deal with it when i need too. But don't worry teachers, i promise you i'll give you a smile the next time i see you, real nice smile like the one i gave you today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2927148453892454332?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2927148453892454332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2927148453892454332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2927148453892454332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2927148453892454332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-let-it-be.html' title='Just let it be'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-110237928659251662</id><published>2008-09-16T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:22:58.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For almost 5 years,it had been loyally serving me in my highschool days and it's still serving faithfully. It had done a good job. After all these years of serving, there is still no obvious signs of wear and tear. Tough little fella. It was not originally mine, took it from my sister. But I never thougtht i'll use it til now. Quite amazing eh. Keep it up! my reebok bag. After next year, you will be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246612996907809298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SM-2uRKjOhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u634ZQ1snCs/s320/reebok+bag" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Grabbed this from wn's site*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-110237928659251662?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/110237928659251662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=110237928659251662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/110237928659251662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/110237928659251662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/faithful.html' title='The faithful'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SM-2uRKjOhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u634ZQ1snCs/s72-c/reebok+bag' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-41403705396570087</id><published>2008-09-09T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:35:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just logged into friendster. For no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you talked about a few years back, everytime i surf the internet, friendster would be among the top sites i would visit. You would ask, go there do what wor. Basically nothing. Yea, nothing but i would still visit, it's like a habit everytime i go online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, it's all turning the opposite way. Friendster would be the few last choices of sites i would visit. I would only go there to check out only when i'm super bored. Whatever friend applications, messages, blablabla...i never bother to care what it is in there. I'm losing the interest in friendster. By the way, friendster is becoming history, who cares about friendster, people now using myspace, facebook, where you can send flower and ice-cream to your friends (well, that's what i heard lah). Being the odd one, i don't own facebook or myspace either and didn't find the need to open one. Maybe a few years later the account will end up in a pathetic state like my friendster account. The only advantage i find in friendster is the reminder of people's birthday. Yeap, the one and only useful advantage. Besides that, nothing much i find helpful in there. Keeping in touch with friends? *shrugs* maybeee but it doesn't really works. Out of the 112 friends i have, i probably think i only send short messages to like 1 or 2. sigh. 2 out of 112. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess this is the changing of mindset as people grow. Things that used to seem appealing don't really do now. Even if i notice the daily conversation with friends, i can noticed the changes in it. One of the obvious ones i noticed is politics. People who don't simply bother about politics like me even have to interest to talk about it. Okay, i admit my knowledge about it may be shallow but hearing other people speaking about it do gain the interest of mine. If it's 2 years back, politics is definitely a no-no to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, it's just a process of growing up i guess. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-41403705396570087?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/41403705396570087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=41403705396570087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/41403705396570087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/41403705396570087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/twist.html' title='Twist'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2994918543481619936</id><published>2008-09-06T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:19:27.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SYMPTOMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-sleep uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-brain tends to shut down after 9pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-often tempted by the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-sleep whenever, wherever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TO CURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-forget about alarm. it NEVER works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-jump 100 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-smacks self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-hide the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-absolute self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seriously, i had been sleeping ALOT nowadays. even if i took a 1 1/2 hours of nap in the evening, i still sleep super early at night, like 10pm???what's wrong with me?? do i have multi extra sleeping hormones or what. Every night, i told myself, i'm gonna sleep not before 12, but it never happens. I just can't help feeling sleepy. I turned and looked at the bed, then start lying on it, thinking that "a few minutes of resting won't harm" but poof! the next moment i knew, it's already the next day. Maybe someone cast a sleeping spell on me.sigh, thanks to my dunno-why-tend-to-always-feel-sleepy mood, my days are not not NOT productive. What i heard once is human actually only need 4 hours of sleep a day, it's sufficient.But i calculated and i realised that i get 8 or 9 hours of sleep a day. That's double.Only babies or small kids sleep that long. I think insomnia will never happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2994918543481619936?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2994918543481619936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2994918543481619936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2994918543481619936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2994918543481619936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-9217075643793095075</id><published>2008-09-02T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:48:28.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was there, you were there, he was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somehow both of you just appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We talked, we had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I slept back, trying to continue the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didn't. In fact, i overslept, almost late to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope i can see both of you in my dreams tonight again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-9217075643793095075?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/9217075643793095075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=9217075643793095075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/9217075643793095075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/9217075643793095075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-dream.html' title='It was a dream'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-834694393003867898</id><published>2008-08-30T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:32:55.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this one</title><content type='html'>N&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ever envy the grass on the other side of the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Weeds probably grow there, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-834694393003867898?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/834694393003867898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=834694393003867898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/834694393003867898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/834694393003867898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-this-one.html' title='I like this one'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-6490844564587396400</id><published>2008-08-29T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:53:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~*~&lt;strong&gt;Tagged by MAY&lt;/strong&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by &lt;strong&gt;sending&lt;/strong&gt; it to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well of course. i knocked my mum's car against the gate last week and now it had a bump at the right side. i actually felt bad whenever i thought about it or see it or touch it. i haven't told my mum and i hope she doesn't realises it and even she realises it, i hope she doesn't ask about it. It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a secret&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but it's no longer one now since i'm writing it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when money will not be a problem in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very own butt. haha which i couldn't. why? for being a sleeping addict for the whole week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;half a billion to employ the world best business man or whoever to help me manage and invest the other half a billion to make another billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i assume the best friend mentioned here is a guy la. i would not say fall in love but more of a liking or admire type of feeling towards the best friend. i myself get confuse at times but as time goes by, u'll get to see the difference and know that it's only the best friend-to-best friend relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;being loved by someone. that i love. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. If you had 5 wishes what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i. to have 36 hours in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ii. to become a better Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iii. to have the assurance that i'll pass my exams now and then so i don't have to scare and stress myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iv. i will not feel sleepy easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;v. will not be tempted by my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what to do. 2 choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get over it. let the feeling fade as time pass by. be more open minded la. i definitely will not cry for 3 days 3 nights / attempt to jumped down from the 18th floor to threaten the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ask for cupid's help to fall in love with another somebody. haha. well you never know. maybe the one you thought he's the right one and liked him for so long wasn't the right one but the one you never care to notice turn out to be &lt;em&gt;the one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you NEVER know. life is full of surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;receiving sms-es. not failing my chemistry paper which i thought i so would(managed to get a 60.okla, not very good but i'm satisfied) and also not failing my piano practical last year which i so so thought i would fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the sleepiness that i forever have. once i feel sleepy, i lose concentration. my mind will keep saying:"you want to sleep you want to sleep.." and there the next moment i'll be crashed on bed, leaving alot of things i planned to do remained undone. stupid right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;scene: during chinese new year and some adults are giving out angpau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;relative:"teresa, when is your turn ahh..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:"erherher..soon soon.." crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this scene pops up in my mind lo. 28years old, i can't be sure whether i'll get married or not. but more mature and will so want to strangle myself when i read back what i posted in this blog or what i wrote in my diary. lame and silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;currently ar..hmmm..couldn't think of anyone specific at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame. at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone i feel comfortable talking with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;married but poor BUT happy. what's so great about being rich when you don't have someone who really cares for you to share your burden or joy. your bestfriend, your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; happiness comes after contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;to check what is the time now. if the situation allows- drop back on bed to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeap. if you don't give in 100%, how do you expect the other side to give in 100% as well? and how do you even expect the relationship to work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;neither one. because something is definitely wrong somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to forgive is easy, but to forget is hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;for now will be single. somehow anyhow but i feel that i'm not really for a relationship at now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but prefer having a relationship. because you learn alot through a relationship &amp;amp; that helps to build up yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20.Tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;wan ning(but i know you definitely won't do it so i'm putting your name for fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dunno who to tag la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So basically i already break RULE#1 and RULE#2 of this tag. First, i did not replace a question i dislike with a new formulated one. Second, i failed terribly in answering question 20 where i did not tag 5 people. purely doing this tag for fun to satisfy the sudden urge to scribble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-6490844564587396400?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/6490844564587396400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=6490844564587396400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6490844564587396400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6490844564587396400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-midnight.html' title='It&apos;s midnight'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4874286027904276597</id><published>2008-08-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:21:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year, it's blueberry cake. This year, it's lemon cheese cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last year, it's in mid valley. This year, it's in genting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On my 18th birthday i :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Celebrated my birthday in the middle of the air. Nola, i'm actually in a cable car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Manage to get into one of the casinos. Filled with smokers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chicken out and didn't tried space shot. Went for the mini ferris wheel instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks my friends for making my 18th birthday a memorable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For those who even took their time out to spend the day with me, i really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Having you guys around with me make it an ideal one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And not forgetting those sms-es, birthday wisehes that i received throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From old schoolmates to new classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some which i did not expected it, but it made my day. Never thought some of you still remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm indeed grateful to have friends like you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From 17 to 18. And in no time i shall be 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4874286027904276597?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4874286027904276597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4874286027904276597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4874286027904276597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4874286027904276597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-18th.html' title='Happy 18th'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3946741911177457494</id><published>2008-08-23T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:37:03.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~*~Some of the pictures taken on thursday ~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where are we? Outside RedBox. Taking pictures just to syok sendiri.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_Hx2ykppI/AAAAAAAAABI/eFDvPUkpE5U/s1600-h/fatt+mong+la+nei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237624550990325394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_Hx2ykppI/AAAAAAAAABI/eFDvPUkpE5U/s320/fatt+mong+la+nei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L-R : peisan,seekhee,mua,chialit,qingli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_HyBnkx4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9dWC-IXODiQ/s1600-h/small+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237624553896986498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_HyBnkx4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9dWC-IXODiQ/s320/small+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; See, Chia Lit trying to act cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237626136899981666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_JOKw5kWI/AAAAAAAAABY/rHxqDvuF2kY/s320/seekhee,me,mok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 3 self proclaimed 'PhD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237626136926635506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_JOK3QRfI/AAAAAAAAABg/3UCqU_EZc_U/s320/gang+pic2-horizontal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The almost complete picture. Chia Lit missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cuz someone had to be the one taking the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm lazy to find out how to 'turn' the picture so you people just tilt your head la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3946741911177457494?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3946741911177457494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3946741911177457494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3946741911177457494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3946741911177457494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/pics_23.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK_Hx2ykppI/AAAAAAAAABI/eFDvPUkpE5U/s72-c/fatt+mong+la+nei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7185518924301110253</id><published>2008-08-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:37:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things I do during the holidays :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;watch olympics. i watched almost any event to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;watch tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So clearly my holidays is not being very productive. haha. I'd checked and get to know that there will &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be any holidays until the year end holidays which is a very very sad case. I'd started to treasure all these school holidays more than i used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, can't wait for sunday to come. Will be going to genting. Nice way to end up my holidays eh.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7185518924301110253?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7185518924301110253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7185518924301110253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7185518924301110253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7185518924301110253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-i-do.html' title='Things i do'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3759645403640706198</id><published>2008-08-21T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:56:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaLaLa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went HERE today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Red Box Karaoke @ Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236951867525561458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK1j-hmt_HI/AAAAAAAAABA/UUD8iihE0FA/s320/redbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, obviously the picture seems far more &lt;em&gt;high class&lt;/em&gt; la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What to say. It was fun fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm too tired to write out what really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just imagine a bunch of reckless people going crazy inside that room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Singing their lungs out. Not to mention out of tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok ok i know. Very &lt;em&gt;sampat &lt;/em&gt;i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But who cares lah. When one person gets high, everyone else get high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's contagious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never knew singing could be so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus all the camwhoring here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tiring. but fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3759645403640706198?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SK1j-hmt_HI/AAAAAAAAABA/UUD8iihE0FA/s72-c/redbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2351757620541051529</id><published>2008-08-20T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:27:16.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to go both places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to meet up with both groups of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But i know i cannot do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CANNOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;CANNOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WANT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;CANNOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dilemma~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2351757620541051529?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2351757620541051529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2351757620541051529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2351757620541051529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2351757620541051529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1352335378244409383</id><published>2008-08-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:47:12.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad i didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For that minute, i felt like shouting at you. I know i shouldn't, and i'm glad i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For that minute, i felt like bombarding you for being rude. I know i shouldn't, and i'm glad i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For that minute, i felt like stop talking to you for the rest of the day. I know i shouldn't, and i'm glad i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For that minute, i felt like hopping into the car and speed all the way back. I know i shouldn't, and i'm glad i didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For that minute, i thought i'm going to lose my temper. I know i shouldn't, and i'm glad i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What happen had already happened, so no big deal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s After the 'massage' last night, now my back waist hurts. oh great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1352335378244409383?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1352335378244409383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1352335378244409383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1352335378244409383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1352335378244409383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-glad-i-didnt.html' title='I&apos;m glad i didn&apos;t'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5626084131255899052</id><published>2008-08-18T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:28:19.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After one hectic week, finally i have the time to sit down and just relax abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm one happy girl now. First, exams is finally over! Although it's only for 4 days, but it's enough to mentally abuse me. So imagine what could happen to me for the next few exams. My brain storage space don't seems to be enough. And tadaa my math results is out, got a 50 out of 100. Should say i'm on the lucky side because 70% of my class failed. If only i did more exercises but math is not always my all time favourite so my math revision that i planned was always delayed delayed and delayed until i know time is running up. Gah am not anticipating to get my chemistry results. I expect it to be horrible. Then said, it's just the first exam only so everyone is just relax relax, so have to buckle up in the next exam. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next, it's hols!! Been waiting for this day so some time. And it's here! I really need it, after streesing up for one week. Haven't really plan what to do within this precious one week. Have 2 things in my mind -- Go cut my hair and visit the dentist to 'fill up the hole'. Anyway, just ended a camp in school yesterday and was terribly exhausted. I only manage to get 3 or 4 hours of sleep. So throughout the camp i'm in a weary and tiring state. To look on the bright side, i get to spend time with a few friends in my class which i had a great time to know them better and get to see the other side of them. Gossiping at 2am is surely tiring though.hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5626084131255899052?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5626084131255899052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5626084131255899052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5626084131255899052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5626084131255899052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-happy.html' title='Happy happy'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7144824856486227164</id><published>2008-08-14T16:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:26:15.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tagg by may~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.At what age do you wish to married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;before i hit 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.Study hard or play hard?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;both. but play harder. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.Do you believe in true friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;no. especially when i'm under pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;that's why i have friends to boost up my confidence.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;myself. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.Who is your favourite cartoon character?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234284054094118674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKPpnWHFfxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BclZUMI4i0w/s320/doraemon.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sooooo cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. What is your ideal friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;someone i can just crap with randomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;someone who really understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;someone who can make me forget about my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;someone who CLICKS with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. What is the best part of your life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;to be able to enjoy life like i'm enjoying it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. If you have all the time and money in the world, what would you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;go around the world and eat up all the world class nice food that exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;and at the same time don't get obese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. When will you feel sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;when i wanted something but i didn't get it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;fights.quarrels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Balloons or Candy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;balloons just shrinks after a few days so i'll choose candy :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Feelings you hate the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;feeling moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. What is your childhood ambition?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;zookeeper? hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;yea NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. What do you want now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;a good rest. after 3 tiring days of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Who do you hope to be always behind you, supporting you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. People who are going to be hated by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;people who said i'm fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;haha, nola, just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;i don't hate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;i'm nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Describe the person who tagged you in five words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;(woops, five alphabets actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. If you had 1 thing to wish for what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;~*~end~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7144824856486227164?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7144824856486227164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7144824856486227164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7144824856486227164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7144824856486227164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKPpnWHFfxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BclZUMI4i0w/s72-c/doraemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3569010549959033871</id><published>2008-08-07T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:54:10.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SJsIXY4UGiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KkBcESQG3Lo/s1600-h/sains+centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231784590029625890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SJsIXY4UGiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KkBcESQG3Lo/s320/sains+centre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one third of the L6B gang..Taken in science centre couple of weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TOP L-R: peisan, ME, seekhee, zhaoying, zhouyee &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wan ning, that's the pretty girl i told u)&lt;/span&gt;, qingli, huiyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BOTTOM L-R: chialit, hanyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BEHIND: unidentified malay girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SJsHgm8dCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KgTvVvFnnvM/s1600-h/yousiang,me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231783648912279986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SJsHgm8dCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KgTvVvFnnvM/s320/yousiang,me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me tell me do the both of us look alike??!! That fella claims both of us look alike..maybe for the eyes lar k..bleh..oh i look so nerdy~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3569010549959033871?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3569010549959033871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3569010549959033871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3569010549959033871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3569010549959033871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SJsIXY4UGiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KkBcESQG3Lo/s72-c/sains+centre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7124749900244011525</id><published>2008-08-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:25:22.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;August already~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Exams is next next week!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyday conversation in school these days would be like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Exams coming soon lar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Yealo, u start studying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Not yet lar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"You don't fight with me for the last place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"What la, the last place is already reserved for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No mood to continue writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bio here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7124749900244011525?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7124749900244011525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7124749900244011525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7124749900244011525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7124749900244011525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/08/gosh.html' title='Gosh'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-6392278843274548833</id><published>2008-07-25T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:02:53.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my 'first kiss' away today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't worry, it's not lip-to-lip lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Two kisses for two people. One on the forehead, one on the biceps. One male, one female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two of them are my angels lar. Guess whose biceps i kissed? Haha, i kissed the male angel's biceps.With a transparent wrapper in between. My angel even asked me to hold my breath when i kiss.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i guess his armpit stinks.hahahah &lt;/span&gt;Luckily it's the biceps, not like some of my friends who have to kiss their angel's cheek! Then the kiss on the forehead is for the other female angel. But it's the 'kiss on the biceps' that get the 'woo-ha woo-ha' from the crowd. Alright alright..enough of the kissing stuff&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..don't ask how i felt pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeap, if you are wondering, yes there is this guardian angel thing going on between the upper 6 and the lower 6. Today this guardian angel thing finally come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To both my angels BRO-AM and ANON EMOUS, i didn't really tell u guys this but thanks for being such lovely angels and thanks alot too for your encouragement. I still remember how it felt receiving gifts and letters from u guys, it made my day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today was a long day. Guess what, i have school tomorrow.crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-6392278843274548833?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/6392278843274548833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=6392278843274548833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6392278843274548833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/6392278843274548833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-goes.html' title='There goes'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7071486393396394906</id><published>2008-07-20T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:58:37.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sip sip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the thing i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in a blazing hot noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A big big packet of cold icy 'gat zai shun mui'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yea, that's what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The chilly sour sweet taste is always so refreshing, especially the first gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*gulp* ahhhhhhh....nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7071486393396394906?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7071486393396394906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7071486393396394906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7071486393396394906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7071486393396394906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/sip-sip.html' title='Sip sip'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5592940566734036827</id><published>2008-07-19T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:11:08.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear tomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR TOMO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway, if you do noticed, this is the fourth time i'm wishing you happy birthday.hahahah.Just in time to wish you for the last time before this day slips away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;I wonder when's the next time i crashed over your house, stay over the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;and sapu-ing your nice nice chocolates or maybe ice-cream? hehe. joking lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;All the best in life yea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;You're definitely one of the treasures i found in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;ps: tomo means FRIEND in japanese, according to the birthday girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5592940566734036827?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5592940566734036827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5592940566734036827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5592940566734036827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5592940566734036827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-tomo.html' title='Dear tomo'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-1340093425822896469</id><published>2008-07-19T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:01:27.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just tried Howard's Multiple Intelligence test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, let's see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Linguistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 25]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 26]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Visual/Spatial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score:41]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Body/Kinesthetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 36]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Naturalistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 32]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 36]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Interpersonal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 30]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Intrapersonal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Score: 26]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linguistic Learner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;likes to: read, write and tell stories.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: memorizing names, places, dates and trivia.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: saying, hearing and seeing words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[i don't tell stories, i listen OTHER PEOPLE telling stories.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logical/Mathematical Learner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;likes to: do experiments, figure things out, work with numbers, ask questions and explore patterns and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: math, reasoning, logic and problem solving.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: categorizing, classifying and working with abstract patterns/relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[nah, i won't ask why, why, WHY. math, forget it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spatial Learner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to: draw, build, design and create things, &lt;strong&gt;daydream&lt;/strong&gt;, look at pictures/slides, watch movies and play with machines.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: imagining things, sensing changes, mazes/puzzles and reading maps, charts.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: visualizing, dreaming, using the mind's eye and working with colors/pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[day dream!! so true!! no wonder i get the highest for this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical Learner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to: sing, hum tunes, listen to music, play an instrument and respond to music.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: picking up sounds, remembering melodies, noticing pitches/rhythms and keeping time.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: rhythm, melody and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[yes, i listen to music.yes, i play AN instrument. but i suck when it comes to noticing pitches and melodies.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bodily/Kinesthetic Learner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to: move around, touch and talk and use body language.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: physical activities (sports/dance/acting) and crafts.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: touching, moving, interacting with space and processing knowledge through bodily sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[touching? sounds so wrong. anyway, yea,i love to move around. Am abit bit hyper person. Never ask me to sit still.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturalistic Learner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to: be outside, with animals, geography, and weather; interacting with the surroundings .&lt;br /&gt;is good at: categorizing, organizing a living area, planning a trip, preservation, and conservation.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: studying natural phenomenon, in a natural setting, learning about how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[I'm a zookeeper, of course i love animals. roar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interpersonal Learner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;likes to: have lots of friends, talk to people and join groups.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: understanding people, leading others, organizing, communicating, manipulating and mediating conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: sharing, comparing, relating, cooperating and interviewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[partly true..mediating conflicts? haha maybe. I'm neither acid nor alkali, so i'm always neutral.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intrapersonal Learner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;likes to: work alone and pursue own interests.&lt;br /&gt;is good at: understanding self, focusing inward on feelings/dreams, following instincts, pursuing interests/goals and being original.&lt;br /&gt;learns best by: working alone, individualized projects, self-paced instruction and having own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[I do enjoy being alone at times, so i don't understand why i score so low for this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not much comments la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Day dreamer, continue dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldrc.ca/projects/miinventory/miinventory.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1340093425822896469?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1340093425822896469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1340093425822896469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1340093425822896469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1340093425822896469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-dreamer.html' title='Day dreamer'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7438763334078252839</id><published>2008-07-11T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:47:58.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although it's already been 6 months, but all the memories seem so fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss the van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss going to tesco, giant, the store and big seed to do grocery shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss going out to eat with you guys during weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss playing chor-dai-dee with you people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss playing bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss watching you-tube. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from 'they're taking the hobbits to isengard' clip to 'no pork' clip to the stupid 'girly man' clip to the hilarious 'benny lava' clip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss the times we imitate borat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss when we go to prayer meeting together.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; where you all feared the UMBRELLA MAN the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss spring cleaning during fridays. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not forgetting making tsunami at the lecture hall is what the so called fun part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss the night where we sneaked out, not bothering about the curfew and just laze on the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still remember the night we burnt the cicada using ridsect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still remember the night we talked about 'hamburgers'. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cough cough. you won't want to know what it really means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If I were to list all the memorable stuffs, it would be alot lot lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I surely miss you jokers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss taiping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7438763334078252839?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7438763334078252839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7438763334078252839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7438763334078252839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/7438763334078252839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-793135638105119084</id><published>2008-07-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:27:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When pancake reminds me of dorayaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was having muet lessons when suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*vibrate vibrate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gah..message arr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took a peek and saw this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Haha eh later want go mv? so sudden hor, i know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Har..going mid valley after school? At first i feel quite reluctant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to go and thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of rejecting me mate..Then, i thought...Why not?? Meeting up with friends is also part of socialising right?  after all it's FRIDAY, should relax relax abit. hahahah..*evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After school i was thinking of go to the library since me mate won't  be reaching so soon. So i went, put my bag, took out the stuffs i need, ready to go in when the librarian stopped me. At first i was like 'huh? why don't let me in?' Then only they said 'sorry students are not allowed to enter at this time, you can only come in at 1.30'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;seriously i don't know about this rule lo..you can't blame me, the last time i enter the library is during form 1 or form 2. Aiyo, so embarrassed.Quickly packed my stuff and left. Have no idea where to go to kill time. Ended up sitting at the canteen doing homework.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aiyer, teresa do homework worr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do do do then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*vibrate vibrate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Got me mate's call and time to head to mid valley. I reached and coincidently meet wan ning &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeala, that's my mate that ajak-ed me out halfway during lesson, so random- the perfect word to describe her..haha.now only reveal her identity) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to sushi zanmai to look for huiqi and aiqun. After they got their break, we head to PADDINGTON HOUSE OF PANCAKE.First timer there, had a real hard time choosing what to eat, everything seems so tempting! Finally i decided on blueberry pancake (i forgot the name ..xp) it comes together with scrambled eggs, beef bacon and maple syrup. I wonder why pancake together with bacon. The food was not bad, but the portion not very big.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i eat alot wan marr......so for me the portion not big lo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Spent time there crapping, laughing at each other, discussing why must the main course's price be higher than the dessert's price then only we get 50% discount. Eat eat eat talk talk talk..then huiqi and aiqun's break is up so we send them back to sushi zanmai&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nola, we didn't eat there..expensive lerr..next time la next time la) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then me and miss random &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a.k.a wan ning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to catch the bus and head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aiyo, tired man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-793135638105119084?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/793135638105119084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=793135638105119084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/793135638105119084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/793135638105119084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-pancake-reminds-me-of-dorayaki.html' title='When pancake reminds me of dorayaki'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-8069492205485623340</id><published>2008-07-03T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:56:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's JULY ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cannot afford to slack anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;groans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to reschedule my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Teresa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please cut down your time on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No wasting time on-lining doing stuffs which just don't bring any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least study ABIT during weekdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop telling yourself you're gonna study during saturdays and sundays cuz you know yourself  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that your weekends are much busier than your weekdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop hallucinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don't crash on the bed when it's only 10pm when that's the time you plan to study,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;telling yourself you're going to take a small    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'rest', so called rest, end up sleeping until the next day. And don't forget you already had your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1hour nap. 4-5 hours of sleep is sufficient, according to i-forgot-who. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i like to sleep..how..sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forget about setting alarm at 4am to study, it ALWAYS doesn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need SELF CONTROL...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;self control self control self control self control.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-8069492205485623340?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/8069492205485623340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=8069492205485623340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8069492205485623340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8069492205485623340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-control.html' title='SELF control'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-8923410217585729426</id><published>2008-07-01T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:26:49.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking off the rear-view mirror</title><content type='html'>When it comes to performing to a certain people, you cannot afford to look back, you cannot afford to have second thoughts, you cannot afford to think back for that spilt second what you just did a second before. You can only focus on what you're about to perform right next. What that is done, that's it, no more second try, no matter how much you screwed up, you just have to move on. Even though you wanted so badly to re-do it because you knew you could do so much better, you want to prove to others that you can do better. But nah, no second try, so you have to give whatever's that in you so that there's minimal regrets. Or if better, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-8923410217585729426?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/8923410217585729426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=8923410217585729426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8923410217585729426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/8923410217585729426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-off-rear-view-mirror.html' title='Taking off the rear-view mirror'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3201603878809845358</id><published>2008-06-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:37:12.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It had been quite a long time since i experience this kind of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blow on the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;excruciating 10 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3201603878809845358?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3201603878809845358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3201603878809845358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3201603878809845358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3201603878809845358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-5385267626804428954</id><published>2008-06-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:09:46.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile...not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me:"what did she think about me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xxx:"she said you're fragile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The conversation happened few months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fragile.So that's what people think i am.Maybe yes few months ago, but now, i think i'm getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is always this part of me that always gets upset easily when things doesn't go my way.Just like what happened today, i can't deny that i didn't feel anything at all. It's just dissapointing, and i will start asking 'why', and still i have to act though it's okay it's alright for me infront of other people. I know its a teeny weeny matter but don't know somehow the feeling just filled in. That sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But now i learn to take it positively. I don't get it means there's other better opportunity for me. I know there are better plans prepared for me, and which suits me even better. And i'm quite surprise how fast i get over that matter which upsets me. A good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everytime i stumble, i know it's just a challenge for me, so that i become a stronger, a better and a more confident person. I learn not to ask 'why, why, why ' but accept it with a grateful heart. What i faced now and before is just a small small part, lots more yet to come. Am still in the process in building up myself. Slowly slowly bit by bit. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was cracked and flawed; yet You loved me, believed in me, and took time to reshape me in Your image.When i'm tempted to feel inferior or fear that i'll be shelved for poor performance, i think about the patient work You've done to make me who i am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Daily in Your Image)  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-5385267626804428954?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/5385267626804428954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=5385267626804428954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5385267626804428954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/5385267626804428954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragilenot.html' title='Fragile...not'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-9184702728616344453</id><published>2008-06-24T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:48:16.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drive to ikano today by MYSELF :) haha..yea,big deal for me..although this is not the first time i drove by myself but still i'm very proud of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to popular to look for some reference book (time to do something about my studies..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When i was at the stationary department, suddenly i heard a man shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I turn around, and i saw this man hooked his arm around this guy (yea, you know, like those wrestlers).At first i thougth both of them are friends, trying to fool around, or maybe this is how they say 'hi' to each other. But then i realised what i had in mind was totally wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The man shouted at the guy "What are you doing?!!" erm, they spoke in cantonese la, so i translate a bit here..With his arm still around the guy's neck, the man continue to yell at the guy and trying to take something from the guy's hand. Then the guy apologised "Sorry sorry...." but the man don't seem to care and threatened to report to the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From the above description, i believe you would think it must be that guy stealing and got caught by the man.That's what i thought so too.But it doesn't end there.The man continue yelling "You know who is she? She's my wife!! I'll sent you to the police!!" Then then then only i know what happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It turn out that the guy was capturing what's under the man's wife's skirt with a camera and got caught by the man..okay, i know my sentence sounds weird but i hope you get what i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pervert!!!   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know how all these end, staying at the scene there is really awkward so i just walked off after i get all my stuff. The funny thing is the pervert is wearing a popular staff shirt..maybe he's trying to disguise himself as one of the staff there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something interesting for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Side track abit, i tried mc'd banana toffee sundae today.slurps~ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-9184702728616344453?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/9184702728616344453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=9184702728616344453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/9184702728616344453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/9184702728616344453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-scene.html' title='What a scene'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-555016162279549604</id><published>2008-06-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:42:16.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea or coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I'm not a coffee person after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't really adore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That day I drank coffee during breakfast, because my house run out of milo. The first gulp was okay, but then the next time few gulps makes me feel dizzy. That feeling is terrible. I somemore force myself to drink finish the whole cup. ughh..Cuz dad made that cup of coffee for me, and I don't want to pour it away...xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I think I can only accept coffee which are :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;milky-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;please no black coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not so bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Argh, just give me milo lah...or tea ..Tea is alright for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-555016162279549604?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/555016162279549604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=555016162279549604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/555016162279549604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/555016162279549604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/tea-or-coffee.html' title='Tea or coffee'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-364682139727222371</id><published>2008-06-20T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:17:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spot it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay..before you people start reading any further, please grab a one ringgit note first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Got your one-ringgit??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, now flip behind where you can see the wau and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now...can you spot an OLD LADY WHO IS CYCLING??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look carefully..I'll tell you the answer eventually but please don't scroll down first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can't find?? Try again...quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There over the mountain there...can't see??? It's quite small so you must look carefully...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...Still can't find the old lady?? I'll tell you why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took too long to search for it, &lt;strong&gt;the old lady already cycled away&lt;/strong&gt;...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.....cuz i have nothing to post so i posted this super lame thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-364682139727222371?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/364682139727222371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=364682139727222371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/364682139727222371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/364682139727222371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-spot-it.html' title='Can you spot it?'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-4092050930641431693</id><published>2008-06-18T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:46:32.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See Khee gave me some chocolates which her dad brought back from Qatar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yay!!thank you ~~ Very long time din eat chocolate ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went for crime prevention club interview today..Don't get it? For people from chs, Maybe kelab pencegahan jenayah sounds more familiar to you.Just that it sounds cooler in english..xp It was ok lar, they are nice people kay.They won't grill people like what we did to the form 4's when we interviewed them last last year..[horrr...wan ning..;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hopefully I get to hold a post in there lah, if not I need to hunt another club~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-4092050930641431693?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/4092050930641431693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=4092050930641431693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4092050930641431693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/4092050930641431693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/chocs.html' title='Chocs!'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2653206934888589310</id><published>2008-06-17T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:41:51.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing around with 10 fingers</title><content type='html'>I got my piano grade certificate on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to me! Free from piano classes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I had been learning piano for around 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;Through these years, i had 3 piano teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first teacher where I started of with my piano basics is with --Mrs.Lee&lt;br /&gt;Most of my piano days were taught by her.&lt;br /&gt;She's not a very strict teacher so that is why my foundation is not good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to comment much on her since I think most of it will be not-so-positive comments.;)&lt;br /&gt;Then for certain reasons which I forgot I stopped having lessons with this teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so then after this teacher, I have piano classes with Adrene.&lt;br /&gt;She's a good teacher I must say. Due to transport problem, I had my lessons at her place. Sometimes she have to rush back from another student's place to teach me because she mostly teach at the student's place.I'm the special case.Everytime after lessons and while i'm waiting for my mum, Adrene's mum will always belanja me stuff to eat.teehee..can get to have nice nice stuff after lessons. I thought I'll be taught by Adrene after that but who knows....one day she told me she can't teach me anymore because she'll be serving in some kind of ministry..I was quite dissapointed, cannot be taught by her anymore.Anyway, she just got married in march, very happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrene introduced this teacher to me--Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;She's also a dedicated teacher.Yea I know my piano skills sucks la but still she teaches me patiently.Always encouraging me and all. After grade 5 i NEVER took any exams until grade 8, a very huge leap.Within a year, she helped me to brush up all my practical and theory skills.And thanks to her I managed to pass both the grade 8 practical and theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a grade 8 graduate, I can say I cannot play all those Haydn, Chopin pieces..all those terror terror pieces..Many many people out there are more musically talented than me..Nevertheless, I'll treasure this small small talent of mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2653206934888589310?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/2653206934888589310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=2653206934888589310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2653206934888589310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/2653206934888589310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/playing-around-with-10-fingers.html' title='Playing around with 10 fingers'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-3955199538453752921</id><published>2008-06-15T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:58:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t.i.r.e.d</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday pui pui had her first one to one maths lesson with che che teresa. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was not that bad.At first i'm still quite worry that i'll have some trouble with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She forgot to bring her books I told her to bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I went to fetch her, i remember asking her "pui pui, did you bring all your books?" she nod her head "Yes..." But then when I went into the classroom "pui pui can you let me see all your books?"..Then she start giving me this grin "I forgot....to bring...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lesson 1--don't trust what kids said.next time i need to open up her bag and check for myself before leaving her place.need to double check, triple check!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She told me about stuffs that happened in her school, her friends..it's nice talking with kids la.Can just crap about anything like "what did you ate during lunch" "where did you get this thing" All those simple simple things in life..simple conversation..She reminds me of Emilyn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later after tuition went straight for yf til 6.30 pm.marathon man...arrived home at 8pm...so exhausted.Whole afternoon spent in church.My saturdays are not so free anymore.So anyone who wants to ajak me out during saturdays, sorry la...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-3955199538453752921?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/3955199538453752921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=3955199538453752921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3955199538453752921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/3955199538453752921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='t.i.r.e.d'/><author><name>teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848386101612095054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-2735393193818691301</id><published>2008-06-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:04:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.30pm, thai airways.transit in bangkok (sawadeekap!) and arrive in LA around 9.30pm local time.there she goes, after all the counting down, 1month...2weeks..1week..5days..2days..this day has finally come.The 'she' is my sister.Considering this is her first time flying off the region of asia, i'm pretty excited for her.She will be going there for 5 whole months.So the next time I see her will be in november....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody to accompany me to walk to petronas for wall's ice cream for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody to accompany me to go to seksyen 4 for ramli burger for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody to accompany me to go pasar malam for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody to make watery milo for me for 5 months.nobody will nagg me to study for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the room beside will be empty for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't have to hide the junk i bought for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't have to report what i ate when i went to 1u or during recess for 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 months won't be that long lahh!hehe..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a glimpse of an eye, she'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not went to the airport to see her off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;teresa wants to be a good good girl so that she won't miss 1 period of maths, 3 periods of bio, 2 periods of pengajian am and 2 periods of chemistry.But the teacher didn't come in during pengajian am period.Me and see khee were talking and talking and laughing.Then you siang came asking a bio question and he ended up crapping with us both.We talked the loudest.We laughed the loudest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-2735393193818691301?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzM5HCqa9qY/SKu5tit8irI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uxH0uNZ_tws/S220/blackie+stare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196605985593617164.post-7125030191746583921</id><published>2008-06-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:07:21.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 hours in dreamland</title><content type='html'>i can't remember what time i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;all i can recall is me pulling the curtains, offing the lights, taking off my specs, sniffing my blankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzZZZZzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and i turn to look at my clock.&lt;br /&gt;5.05 pm.&lt;br /&gt;so late! i calculated back and i had an almost 4 hours nap.&lt;br /&gt;break record.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm tired (?) maybe it's due to the ideal weather..to cuddle inside the blanket when it's raining outside..i like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so terrible, could have used those time for better purpose.&lt;br /&gt;such as spending time to solve the long left aside maths questionS.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could at least finish some of the questions during the holidays but 2 weeks gone but the questions are remain untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilthy for few seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, who cares.i like sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-7125030191746583921?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/7125030191746583921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=7125030191746583921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pass my theory grade 8 exam.it's just a pass, 71marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a really good result to show off about it but i'm thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a last minute catch up.considering i barely attended any classes in december and january, and i only did a few rounds of trial papers before exam which is in early march and the outcome isn't really good.silly mistakes all around and yeap i always fail my trial papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is really a factor but my teacher have been kind enough to spend time with me discussing about questions and doing corrections and all and there's abit of progression.but i still doubt whether can i pass this exam and all i can do is pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and yes, God answer prayer.thank you so much.i tell people it's luck but i know it's actually God's blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196605985593617164-1597546283333665176?l=teresa825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/feeds/1597546283333665176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196605985593617164&amp;postID=1597546283333665176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1597546283333665176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196605985593617164/posts/default/1597546283333665176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresa825.blogspot.com/2008/06/71.html' 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