<?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-4611443595589370440</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:51:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering the days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>remembering the 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drove after i got me license&lt;br /&gt;at 1st complain that the steering wheel is fucking hard and all&lt;br /&gt;then as the time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;i became used to it&lt;br /&gt;used to be very very careful with it&lt;br /&gt;cos scare i'll scratch my babe&lt;br /&gt;but as i drove it for the last time&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;i rev my heart out&lt;br /&gt;i put the petal to the metal&lt;br /&gt;and for the last time,i listen to the sweet engine sound&lt;br /&gt;i think my dear car would be happy too&lt;br /&gt;that for the last time i actually drove her in a 'wild' way&lt;br /&gt;so this is a post to my dear mini cooper&lt;br /&gt;which i parted with an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;19/06/2010&lt;br /&gt;the day you and i go on separate ways&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you&lt;br /&gt;cos your the very 1st car that i've driven&lt;br /&gt;those sweet sweet memories will always be in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-4115964117678227236</id><published>2010-06-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:52:21.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's ald 12+am and yet i'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping soundly until got a call&lt;br /&gt;a call abt comeone complaining me&lt;br /&gt;apparently i made the girl felt uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;what? i'm a stalker now?&lt;br /&gt;but i might as well be after that call&lt;br /&gt;thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;i was just simply asking some general questions&lt;br /&gt;general as in not about her personal stuff&lt;br /&gt;and yet she feels uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;yeah,maybe being single over the past 20 years have made me&lt;br /&gt;desperate eventhough i doubt it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but i guess actions speaks louder than words&lt;br /&gt;and apparently my actions seems like i'm hitting on her i guess&lt;br /&gt;but the thing i don't get it is&lt;br /&gt;if she felt uncomfortable,&lt;br /&gt;why didn't she tell me when she was chatting with me&lt;br /&gt;to save me from embarrassment?&lt;br /&gt;well..tat certainly helped now tat u've told a few other ppl&lt;br /&gt;thanks mate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-4115964117678227236?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-8337487976205574316</id><published>2010-04-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:08:49.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently meet a new friend&lt;br /&gt;she's very friendly,bubbly and pretty&lt;br /&gt;not to mention quite talkative too~&lt;br /&gt;her name is Lau Jia Hui&lt;br /&gt;some girl which i saw during my days in tuition&lt;br /&gt;but only got the guts to know her via facebook&lt;br /&gt;what shock me the most is that she is so f$#^-ing friendly,&lt;br /&gt;that we can chat almost instantly about almost everything&lt;br /&gt;a truly good friend&lt;br /&gt;tho i wonder how long will this friendship last&lt;br /&gt;it's only been less than a month since we meet&lt;br /&gt;and i already caused tons of trouble for her&lt;br /&gt;trouble from her bf,&lt;br /&gt;warning her not to sms with me too much&lt;br /&gt;and i too got a warning from a friend of her&lt;br /&gt;a warning not to sms her again&lt;br /&gt;kinda difficult to be friend with her&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy that i am a friend of her&lt;br /&gt;she's damn funny sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;especially when she's blur&lt;br /&gt;i know some of her friends might read my post&lt;br /&gt;but i don give a shit&lt;br /&gt;she's a good friend and if they can't accept it&lt;br /&gt;then so be it&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'm 'hitting' on her or something&lt;br /&gt;wohoo~!!!&lt;br /&gt;-peace out ya'll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-8337487976205574316?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-1559784160829125993</id><published>2010-04-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:50:59.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People always say the first time is always the hardest&lt;br /&gt;but what about the second? the third? or maybe the fourth?&lt;br /&gt;Rejection is never an easy thing to deal with&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much rejection you've faced before&lt;br /&gt;it is always something that hurts&lt;br /&gt;deep within your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is easy&lt;br /&gt;but loving someone who doesn't love you is no easy job&lt;br /&gt;those they might try different words or sentence&lt;br /&gt;to decline your feeling&lt;br /&gt;not even the most gentle words or expression will help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is at fault&lt;br /&gt;not the one loving nor the one being loved&lt;br /&gt;there is no right or wrong in Love&lt;br /&gt;there is only the feeling,the time and the place&lt;br /&gt;only when there's feeling at the right moment and at the right place&lt;br /&gt;will Love blossom&lt;br /&gt;that is the nature of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-1559784160829125993?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1559784160829125993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=1559784160829125993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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on with this feeling&lt;br /&gt;love is a double-edge knife&lt;br /&gt;it's the reason for the happiness&lt;br /&gt;but also the reason for the sadness&lt;br /&gt;there was a short moment in time where i felt the happiness&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;it is still just a moment&lt;br /&gt;and because it is a moment which i cherish&lt;br /&gt;it is hard for me to let go&lt;br /&gt;letting go doesn't mean that my feeling for you has gone&lt;br /&gt;because i know that by letting go&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually doing what's best for you&lt;br /&gt;you wish to be just a normal friend&lt;br /&gt;while i want something more&lt;br /&gt;this kind of relationship will only ruin us&lt;br /&gt; maybe letting go is for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-4779167866866610190?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-5385397898379374899</id><published>2010-03-07T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:19:49.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was thinking of you again...&lt;br /&gt;i've know known you for less than a year&lt;br /&gt;and your already making yourself cozy at the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;i find myself thinking of your smile whenever i'm down&lt;br /&gt;and looking at your photo just make my day&lt;br /&gt;you told me to give up on you&lt;br /&gt;but it's not that easy to let go&lt;br /&gt;not that it was ever within my grasp for that matter&lt;br /&gt;it is something that i wish for everyday&lt;br /&gt;that someday i'll be in the same photo as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a short period of time&lt;br /&gt;when we talk on the phone till early morning&lt;br /&gt;that was the best time ever&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt that way&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so close with someone i had a crush on&lt;br /&gt;it was a feeling that is still lingering in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and i wish for those day to come again...&lt;br /&gt;to come and never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-5385397898379374899?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5385397898379374899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=5385397898379374899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;when i'm feeling down after i got my stpm result&lt;br /&gt;it's a very nice song&lt;br /&gt;helps to lift my spirit a bit&lt;br /&gt;can't say it's a miracle healer&lt;br /&gt;but the lyrics gave some hope&lt;br /&gt;hearing this song makes me believe that&lt;br /&gt;i just might make it through&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that i'm really this strong&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all u need is&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful song and a hug from someone u love&lt;br /&gt;but i'll just have to make do with the 1st one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsIqcyGrgR4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsIqcyGrgR4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sadly i don't know how to put the video from youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-3019246042597944297?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-7972358535895868371</id><published>2010-03-04T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:49:56.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel very depressed now..very~&lt;br /&gt;today i took a day leave from work to visits some private Uni along with wei han&lt;br /&gt;hoping that somehow my result will be accepted&lt;br /&gt;first stop~! Metropolitan~!!&lt;br /&gt;was kinda scared as i have to go in alone&lt;br /&gt;cos wei han can't find a parking spot&lt;br /&gt;so in i go.. was feeling smart as i walk pass the hall...&lt;br /&gt;feel like i'm a real Uni student&lt;br /&gt;walk into the counselor's office and filled in some form&lt;br /&gt;then came the counselor...she was kind and we speak casually&lt;br /&gt;until she ask me about my result&lt;br /&gt;there is no way to make it seem better&lt;br /&gt;and what she told me was&lt;br /&gt;'sorry dear but we can't accept you into our degree course'&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda expected and i think to myself&lt;br /&gt;'hey! there's still a few others down the street'&lt;br /&gt;so on to the next college,Segi college&lt;br /&gt;the first impression i got from there was.. it's easier to find parking&lt;br /&gt;but the lift was crappy...&lt;br /&gt;the counselor was as always..friendly&lt;br /&gt;but this time i was given a hope&lt;br /&gt;i was told that i can study degree in business with my result!!&lt;br /&gt;i was starting to believe there was hope for me&lt;br /&gt;the fees can be paid with the help of ptptn&lt;br /&gt;i can see my problems solved&lt;br /&gt;for the next 2 stops i was too happy to focus&lt;br /&gt;but i knew that somewhere along the conversation&lt;br /&gt;they were saying 'sorry but i'm afraid...'&lt;br /&gt;i gave no shit to them as i happily went home&lt;br /&gt;happy moments doesn't seem to last&lt;br /&gt;when i told my mom about my 'achievements'&lt;br /&gt;she told me not to get loan&lt;br /&gt;she'll use my life savings to get me through&lt;br /&gt;i was like wtf&lt;br /&gt;why?! we can get loan...&lt;br /&gt;using her lifetime saving is like saying&lt;br /&gt;'i'm betting my everything on you son'&lt;br /&gt;i can feel a tremendous pressure on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;haihz... that is what you get when u fail a major exam&lt;br /&gt;no more fun,careless high school times...&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-7972358535895868371?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7972358535895868371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=7972358535895868371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/7972358535895868371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/7972358535895868371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-7185605440913954908</id><published>2010-02-26T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:11:34.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in about 15 minutes we're there...&lt;br /&gt;sitting down talking to wai hung and the others&lt;br /&gt;about how scary we felt&lt;br /&gt;and how we wish our result was&lt;br /&gt;after a very long speech (argh~)&lt;br /&gt;we started to line up to get our result&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit at that time i felt really nervous but a little happy&lt;br /&gt;when i got the envelope ying see snatch it from me&lt;br /&gt;wanting to know how did i do&lt;br /&gt;don feel like opening it but i knew i had to&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i went to the corner with wai hung and opened it&lt;br /&gt;the result left me motionless&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to respond&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i don't wanna stay there any longer&lt;br /&gt;went to my car,started the engine&lt;br /&gt;and tears started to flow out&lt;br /&gt;sad is not even close enough to describe how i felt&lt;br /&gt;called mummy, cried even more when heard her voice&lt;br /&gt;must be disappointing&lt;br /&gt;so i suck it up and drove home,withour chi han this time&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i was not stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and true enough i don't remember the journey home&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i remember was a silver Audi A4(the new one)&lt;br /&gt;and the urge to steer towards it... ramming it hard&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered.. i'm driving my dad's mini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached home...saw my mom... said sorry...&lt;br /&gt;and more crying..&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was a blur...&lt;br /&gt;and the day after that i felt like i lost something&lt;br /&gt;like i don't want to do anything else... i felt lost&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is my dad's coming back from work that day&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to expect.. i was once again scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad came back around 8p.m&lt;br /&gt;he didn't say anything... he just smiled at me and said it's ok&lt;br /&gt;tears rolled down again... i wasn't expecting this&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure they expect me to be a Uni student&lt;br /&gt;dad ask me to check out the local college&lt;br /&gt;see which course i want to take&lt;br /&gt;i made a silent vow..&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do it right this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-7185605440913954908?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-2697711222390385451</id><published>2010-02-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:56:46.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After knowing that the STPM result is coming out on the 25th Feb&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep well for that few nights&lt;br /&gt;on the night before,it's even worst...&lt;br /&gt;i was so scared and nervous that i had a fever&lt;br /&gt;so i took off from work early and went home...&lt;br /&gt;the whole journey home was a torture&lt;br /&gt;the whole train was packed with ppl with stinky armpit&lt;br /&gt;showing their 'amazon forest'&lt;br /&gt;fuck!&lt;br /&gt;assholes kept pushing and pushing&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like i'm gonna throw up anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some 45 minutes i'm finally out of that place&lt;br /&gt;fever getting worst so i went to the doctor after dinner&lt;br /&gt;came home,eat medicine and tatz it 4 the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning i was planning to wake up later&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't fall asleep after that&lt;br /&gt;so i gave up and tidied my bed&lt;br /&gt;went down for breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of bread was all i can handle..&lt;br /&gt;and more and i swear i'll puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting nervous as i watch the clock...&lt;br /&gt;12 o'clock the result coming out (according to wai yuen)&lt;br /&gt;it's only 9...&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to wash my mini~!!&lt;br /&gt;to get my mind off&lt;br /&gt;wash wash wash&lt;br /&gt;b4 i knew it it's 11-ish&lt;br /&gt;so i went upstairs,cleaned up and off i go&lt;br /&gt;first stop i need to fetch chi han&lt;br /&gt;then off we go&lt;br /&gt;along the journey we were saying how nervous we are&lt;br /&gt;and he was like 'why r u driving so fast?! cannot wait is it?'&lt;br /&gt;i was 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href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/stpm-part-1.html' title='STPM part 1'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-7716020795753876227</id><published>2009-06-26T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:24:16.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Of a Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SkTLxt0fkPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0GbLiIvdjZ0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 129px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-5881779622579679540</id><published>2009-02-05T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:30:41.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sadness and frustration filled my heart&lt;br /&gt;yet another quarrel between my parents&lt;br /&gt;but this time it is not the same quarrel as last time&lt;br /&gt;it is not a quarrel that can be settled over dinner&lt;br /&gt;with a bunch of jokes&lt;br /&gt;no... this time it's something different&lt;br /&gt;this time it's a cold war between two person&lt;br /&gt;both refusing to talk to each other&lt;br /&gt;leaving my sister and i to send their message&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't feel nice&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will it end...&lt;br /&gt;returning to the old joking family&lt;br /&gt;haihz... no mood ald...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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tuition...&lt;br /&gt;hope that this year i will be more serious towards my studies...&lt;br /&gt;cos STPM this year...&lt;br /&gt;study for one and a half year already...&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't get a good result....&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be wasting my time all this time...&lt;br /&gt;but i hope that this year will be better than last year....&lt;br /&gt;cos there's quite a lot of unhappy stuff happened last year&lt;br /&gt;looking back now...&lt;br /&gt;i think we all have grown a lot&lt;br /&gt;learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;experience a lot&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's life...&lt;br /&gt;we learn, experience and then...&lt;br /&gt;WE GROW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-2797503901195363743?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-610316947261677423</id><published>2008-12-29T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:28:37.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday (night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Evening i found out that Amelia's dad&lt;br /&gt;was admitted to the hospital cos of heart attack...&lt;br /&gt;i do not know the whole story and i need not to know...&lt;br /&gt;For it is not important to know of the cause&lt;br /&gt;but to hope for the result...&lt;br /&gt;and i sincerely hope that he will be ok..&lt;br /&gt;and will be able to get back on his feet soon&lt;br /&gt;so that Amelia and her family won't need to worry&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i'll be very scared and worried&lt;br /&gt;if anyone of my family members get admitted into hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God,&lt;br /&gt;i may not be a faithful believer&lt;br /&gt;and that i may be praying for your help only when i'm in need&lt;br /&gt;but please hear me out when i pray...&lt;br /&gt;for Amelia Ho's dad to be healthy...&lt;br /&gt;and just in case your reading this...&lt;br /&gt;please bless my family member and all my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;a healthy life...&lt;br /&gt;especially my grandpa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.s : God... i hope you read blogs... i know mine sucks but please... hear me out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cos that is my deepest wish... especially the part about Amelia's dad cos he needs it the most at 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-2867643188233181405</id><published>2008-12-29T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:04:52.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like taking photo of the sky....&lt;br /&gt;every movement.. every colour of the sky....&lt;br /&gt;they seem to have a title... a theme...&lt;br /&gt;i like looking at them...&lt;br /&gt;it lets my imagination runs wild...&lt;br /&gt;tis is one of my recent photo that i took on my trip to europe&lt;br /&gt;i love this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SVif2Be2StI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wswCfiFjo1s/s1600-h/P1010241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SVif2Be2StI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wswCfiFjo1s/s320/P1010241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285149913178852050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is as if... the light is struggling to come out...&lt;br /&gt;jut like life...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there's the dark part in life where we suffer failure&lt;br /&gt;but this photo reminds me of the struggle&lt;br /&gt;the struggle of us... from the dark times....&lt;br /&gt;it signifies hope...&lt;br /&gt;anyway... it's just my thought...&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do u think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-2867643188233181405?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/2867643188233181405/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SVif2Be2StI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wswCfiFjo1s/s72-c/P1010241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-4601281731422812283</id><published>2008-12-25T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:04:47.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's christmas~!!!&lt;br /&gt;so happy when i woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;the first thing came to my mind was&lt;br /&gt;the scene of snow back when i'm at europe...&lt;br /&gt;so cool wei~&lt;br /&gt;if only i stayed there until christmas...&lt;br /&gt;it would be so cool&lt;br /&gt;white christmas y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this when u woke up early in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SVORVj3F3dI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dbue4cdeA34/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SVORVj3F3dI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dbue4cdeA34/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283726587425316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so cool~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like last year and the year before...&lt;br /&gt;christmas wasn't anything so special&lt;br /&gt;cos my family isn't much of a christmas people&lt;br /&gt;i mean my parents never really celebrated christmas&lt;br /&gt;so every year my siter and i would wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;hoping that there'll be nice tv programs&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hope i can do something on christmas&lt;br /&gt;it sucks in a way&lt;br /&gt;to stay at home on christmas&lt;br /&gt;moreover my dad has to go overseas on this very day&lt;br /&gt;so much for family holiday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... merry christmas to all~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-4601281731422812283?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4601281731422812283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=4601281731422812283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/4601281731422812283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/4601281731422812283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;wahaha... so nervous...&lt;br /&gt;cant wait....&lt;br /&gt;going to sit 13 hours of flight...&lt;br /&gt;damn long wei~&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. here's some photos of my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd27diWSEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y0zB4EmUk0k/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd27diWSEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y0zB4EmUk0k/s320/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816252400879682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my suitcase... haha... a lot of stuff... nearly can't close it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd3hD1fjjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2NAnjWLI7J0/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd3hD1fjjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2NAnjWLI7J0/s320/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816898336886322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my food~!!! juz in case i felt hungry in the middle of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd35-0m-cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cx4MfYjkbLw/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd35-0m-cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cx4MfYjkbLw/s320/P1010008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817326487730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IKO IKO~!!!! IKO ROCKZ~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd4WbiiTqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gvT_qxawfCI/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd4WbiiTqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gvT_qxawfCI/s320/P1010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817815232892578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamee~!!!! the perfect snack when your hungry~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd4v1iUbpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RWynuHxwfQs/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd4v1iUbpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RWynuHxwfQs/s320/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275818251708034706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my 'winter gear'... to protect me from the cold weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd6-tOE3uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pFOMyxibjQQ/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd6-tOE3uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pFOMyxibjQQ/s320/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275820706196938466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the yellow jacket which will be keeping me warm~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-8765077650766947902?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8765077650766947902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=8765077650766947902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8765077650766947902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8765077650766947902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/STd27diWSEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y0zB4EmUk0k/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-6471358793269274304</id><published>2008-12-02T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:31:44.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song is sooo nice... so meaningful....&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of boon seng...&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remember u my man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand Up To Cancer - Just Stand Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce:&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go&lt;br /&gt;Through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think&lt;br /&gt;It can't it finds a way&lt;br /&gt;To still push on&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience&lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Look into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce:&lt;br /&gt;You need to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (Sheryl Crow):&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow/Beyoncé:&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;We all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;You go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got&lt;br /&gt;To take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find&lt;br /&gt;No hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole:&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart&lt;br /&gt;Can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep playin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole:&lt;br /&gt;And sayin' you&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Dust if off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes:&lt;br /&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner&lt;br /&gt;In your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;And you will know&lt;br /&gt;That you're good&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti:&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;If you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in ya&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in ya&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through It All, Just Stand Up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-7604775573946766366</id><published>2008-11-15T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:55:03.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first i would like to wish lee yen&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You've grown older by a year again~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day of my form 6 holiday&lt;br /&gt;a one and a half month hliday&lt;br /&gt;yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;went for our L6FM's class party&lt;br /&gt;except it's not in class&lt;br /&gt;instead we went timesquare to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;we were suppose to meet up at 1.00&lt;br /&gt;but thiru,hari and hock leong came late&lt;br /&gt;thiru came at around 1.30&lt;br /&gt;then hock leong came at around 2.30...&lt;br /&gt;juz when we finished eating our lunch&lt;br /&gt;hari came after we decided to pay our bill..&lt;br /&gt;swt...&lt;br /&gt;we then went to queue for movie tickets&lt;br /&gt;sam kept saying she wants to watch Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;but none of us wants to watch&lt;br /&gt;so we choose the coffin instead&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fan of horror movie so i declined&lt;br /&gt;they ended up watching the 5.45 movie instead of 3.45&lt;br /&gt;cos wanted to teman me&lt;br /&gt;felt so guilty la....&lt;br /&gt;hang around... saw lee yen and her friends...&lt;br /&gt;i must say~ one of lee yen's friend is kinda pretty&lt;br /&gt;tall...but pretty... haha&lt;br /&gt;i saw fu sing with two girl too&lt;br /&gt;he was so shocked...&lt;br /&gt;as if he doesn't want anyone to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung around the arcade&lt;br /&gt;played one round of throwing basketball and one round of racing car&lt;br /&gt;cost me to bucks...&lt;br /&gt;damn~ what a way to waste money&lt;br /&gt;after arcade we went to mcd to sit and talk crap&lt;br /&gt;hock leong was re-filling the cup like crazy&lt;br /&gt;then it's almost time 4 them to get into the cinema&lt;br /&gt;so i make my leave too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda tiring... tot can rest when reach home&lt;br /&gt;but instead i had to go out 4 dinner with family&lt;br /&gt;and then went shopping with mom..&lt;br /&gt;until around 8.30...&lt;br /&gt;ok... i'm gonna KO ald... that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-7604775573946766366?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-8742502370797302818</id><published>2008-11-14T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:31:09.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was the last day of my lower sixth form life...&lt;br /&gt;starting from next year it's gonna be a tough year..&lt;br /&gt;cos it'll be upper sixth... which means by the end of next year there's gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.... so fast another major exam... shit la...&lt;br /&gt;life is like full of these exams...&lt;br /&gt;not happy with it at all... not one bit...&lt;br /&gt;what to do... life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 6.00 as usual got ready, had light breakfast&lt;br /&gt;and ready to go by 6.35...&lt;br /&gt;stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lrt&lt;/span&gt;... so slow today.. was late to school but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;no people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jaga&lt;/span&gt; also...&lt;br /&gt;went the the lecture hall to meet up the guys&lt;br /&gt;cos the form6  block is being quarantined for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;morning morning already felt boring&lt;br /&gt;so yip,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thiru&lt;/span&gt; and i started playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haihz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zaman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sekarang&lt;/span&gt;...morning morning playing cards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quick game which we thought will end quick as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be physic class&lt;br /&gt;turned out the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;we played it the whole day... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;cos teacher was busy doing some report card thingy for the lower forms&lt;br /&gt;so we played until school ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school... i went for lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thiru&lt;/span&gt; and the gang&lt;br /&gt;while chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt; stayed back at school doing god knows what&lt;br /&gt;eat,talk and the walk around until it's time 4 tuition&lt;br /&gt;meet up with chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;teman&lt;/span&gt; him eat..&lt;br /&gt; then went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kolej&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bandar&lt;/span&gt; and meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i wont see her in that time session...&lt;br /&gt;she came in... i don't know what to do expect act busy&lt;br /&gt;started the lesson as usual&lt;br /&gt;but felt uncomfortable as she sat a row behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to ignore her 4 most of the lessons...&lt;br /&gt;then quickly rush out of the room and off to the lift&lt;br /&gt;so that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; avoid the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately her friends and her caught up&lt;br /&gt;the worst was we were in the same lift...&lt;br /&gt;gosh... it felt like forever&lt;br /&gt;so after the lift opened, we rushed out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walked quickly towards the nearest lrt station...&lt;br /&gt;hoping that the train will come before they catch up&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately AGAIN... the train seem to come after they reach the station&lt;br /&gt;and it stopped at the same spot as me and her&lt;br /&gt;ish!! we had to go into the same box...&lt;br /&gt;i tried to act nothing throughout the journey&lt;br /&gt;it was hard... really hard...&lt;br /&gt;and the journey felt long...&lt;br /&gt;gosh... it's been a rather tiring day....&lt;br /&gt;trying to avoid her... but in the end failed....&lt;br /&gt;damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-8742502370797302818?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8742502370797302818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=8742502370797302818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8742502370797302818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8742502370797302818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday_14.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-7246134436544445631</id><published>2008-11-08T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:31:10.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rejection have always followed me whenever i liked a girl&lt;br /&gt;and the last time i confessed my love a year ago was no exception&lt;br /&gt;depression took over me as i suffer from yet another rejection...&lt;br /&gt;it was longer than i expected...&lt;br /&gt;a year has passed and yet i am still within it's shadow&lt;br /&gt;i gave up in trying for love&lt;br /&gt;until i met you..&lt;br /&gt;you were just another friend's friend whom i saw at tuition...&lt;br /&gt;u look ordinary and yet extraordinary...&lt;br /&gt;didn't have much feeling for you until recently&lt;br /&gt;a fool i was to think that i can get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;is it an act of stupidity or plain innocent?&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i might have picked up the pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;from my previous heartbreak &lt;br /&gt;u came and shattered my heart...&lt;br /&gt;two blows in two years...&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky that i survived...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was all my fault...&lt;br /&gt;to believe that we must be brave when facing the one you love...&lt;br /&gt;i took up the courage to walk over to you&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of excitement and nervous&lt;br /&gt;that i always read from books or novel&lt;br /&gt;and that i had once felt... it felt good, to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;and there i was standing in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;staring at you and you staring back...&lt;br /&gt;with my heart racing so so fast&lt;br /&gt;i ask for the chance to know you&lt;br /&gt;and was rejected by you politely...&lt;br /&gt;as polite as it may seem i kept calm and said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but deep down inside...&lt;br /&gt;i felt the sudden stop of heartbeat when u rejected&lt;br /&gt;it felt weird cos i never believed all these emotions&lt;br /&gt;when i read in books... ironic...&lt;br /&gt;as it happened to me.. the whole trip home... i was spacing out...&lt;br /&gt;unsure to be shocked? sad? or regret for my sudden act of so called 'bravery'?&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;started off the day by waking up at 7.15am...&lt;br /&gt;brush teeth and so on... and off i go..&lt;br /&gt;basketball with me buddies~!&lt;br /&gt;once again... i was the first to reach basketball court...&lt;br /&gt;shoot some hoops... while waiting for sim and all..&lt;br /&gt;finally came one by one after 7.50....&lt;br /&gt;owned the whole basketball court... and played until around 11.00...&lt;br /&gt;came up with a plan of having a band at sim's place...&lt;br /&gt;but before that, went to Alison for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;crap around until people in the restaurant stared at us...&lt;br /&gt;then sim drop me off at my house...&lt;br /&gt;get ready my stuff... then nicholas picked me up to wai li's house...&lt;br /&gt;and off we go to sim's place... freaking far wei... cheras...&lt;br /&gt;we choose his place cos basically he's the only one with a drum set...&lt;br /&gt;got there... started to talk about music and a band is formed...&lt;br /&gt;but short of ppl tho... (i'm the violinist)&lt;br /&gt;discuss about 'the future' of our band.. then played ping pong...&lt;br /&gt;woah~ i got owned by sim's mom... she's good~&lt;br /&gt;then sim's parents invited us to join the 4 dinner...&lt;br /&gt;bak kut teh~!! at puchong...&lt;br /&gt;eat,talk and suggesting stupid names for our band...&lt;br /&gt;we tried to get 'inspired' by the signs around us..&lt;br /&gt;from 'bak kut teh' to 'self-service hot water refill'...&lt;br /&gt;which we later think it's too long for a band name...&lt;br /&gt;plus... it ain't easy to remember... u hear that sim~!&lt;br /&gt;end up with the name 'null &amp;amp; vios' (if i din spell wrong)...&lt;br /&gt;all in all the whole day was a great fun...&lt;br /&gt;hope we can have our next band meeting soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;luckily i went there early... still got some parking space...&lt;br /&gt;i had to double check everything to make sure i dont screw my chance of driving again..&lt;br /&gt;had fun eating at ridz's house... sim, wilson and i was eating like nobody's business...&lt;br /&gt;we kept eat and adding and eating until we were so full we had to go 4 walk at the park..&lt;br /&gt;we were like kids when we reach the park...&lt;br /&gt;started running towards the swing and see-saw...&lt;br /&gt;played swing and see-saw while talking about our dreams in the past&lt;br /&gt;and the fun times we had...&lt;br /&gt;an awesome evening... looking at the bright red sky...&lt;br /&gt;then fetched ivan, ren yi and shaun back home...&lt;br /&gt;my first time driving so many people too...&lt;br /&gt;and also my first time driving at night... nearly 4gotten to on the car lights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-1866979553940242245</id><published>2008-10-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:17:45.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday (2nd post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woah~ cool....&lt;br /&gt;amelia ho blogged about me in return for me blogging about her....&lt;br /&gt;wahaha... cool~&lt;br /&gt;tho only a few sentences... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-1866979553940242245?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-6754754768900922354</id><published>2008-10-15T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:32:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia Ho....&lt;br /&gt;the cutest, most shugar girl i've meet...&lt;br /&gt;literally, known her through web...&lt;br /&gt;u caught my eye with your funny and interesting hobby,&lt;br /&gt;cam whoring... u are forever so gorgeous in your photos...&lt;br /&gt;u know how to smile, to pose and to make fun(even through photos)...&lt;br /&gt;the first every girl-friend that i added through friendster that lasted so long...&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of me adding u back then was cos i think your cute&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to 'hit' on u...(little kid's fantasy,to find a cute and hot gf)&lt;br /&gt;slowly did i know that u have become a great friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;a friend who taught me to be confident, to act wild and showed me a world which i could not enjoy... i was really jealous when i saw your photos of partying and drinking alcohol and not to mention.... clubbing~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;for a guy... i seem to be so normal compare to yours... u have a crazy BUT fun life...&lt;br /&gt;don't let ANYONE or ANYTHING stop u from being what u were...&lt;br /&gt;cos your special... and u, me and your other friends know it....&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-6754754768900922354?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6754754768900922354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-1970051042066879716</id><published>2008-10-03T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:54:21.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today yet another friend of mine went overseas for study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear ee sien... i wish u the best of luck in Japan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study hard and intro some hot japanese girl to me k? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be sure to keep contact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-8861229698818085228</id><published>2008-10-02T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:42:35.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrusday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i went to a farewell gathering organized for ee sien... she' goin Japan 4 studies... and god knows when will she be back...&lt;br /&gt;a gorgeous girl with a great personality...&lt;br /&gt;very soft-spoken and polite... sometimes too polite tho...&lt;br /&gt;cos sometimes she speaks so soft that i cant seem to hear what she said...&lt;br /&gt;it's sad to know that she'll be leaving us to study overseas....&lt;br /&gt;EE SIEN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll see each other soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-8861229698818085228?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8861229698818085228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=8861229698818085228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8861229698818085228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8861229698818085228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/thrusday.html' title='Thrusday'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-8681893246351582305</id><published>2008-09-29T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:10:17.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;    yet another gathering with the guys from secondary school.... its kinda hard to gather together now that everyone has their own studies to busy... a gathering like this may not last after we started working... so we cherish these gathering a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;    our gathering start off with a simple phone call from ridzwan asking me to go he's house along with ivan and nicholas... reach his house around 12.20pm.. play a few game of pool.. damn i hate nic,trashed me!! damn u!! soon after that liang yi joined the fun and in half an hour time sim join us too... getting more and more people... sim suggested us to go play badminton and ping pong at bukit jalil club... so off we go... went there.. got trashed by nic in badminton and ping pong AGAIN... darn i hate u nic!!! y must u beat me in everything regarding ball!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;    went to ivan's house at around 6.00... he left us at his house while he go fetch his mom... we ran-sack his house... then went 4 dinner at pizza hut... stupid pizza workers!! servise so poor and yet we have to pay 4 their servise fee which is like 7 bucks!! and what servise did we get?! wrong order and slow food!! so much 4 'fast food'... got fed-up... so we left and when 4 mamak instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-8681893246351582305?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8681893246351582305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=8681893246351582305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8681893246351582305'/><link rel='self' 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Chinese as it was the mid-autumn festival... a day where family gather for mooncakes and lantern playing... as the old chinese saying... 月圆人团圆 which means reunion... but unfortunately on this very day one family was shocked by the news that their family member died... to me he was a senior who had gone through life,  a team member who is very good in football and a friend who gave me advise about life...&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember you my friend... although we've only known each other of only 3 years but i will forever cherish the futsal moments we had together.... thanks for playing wif us even though our team may not be a great team... i will always remember your view of life and the will to live a greater and better life for yourself or for those around... it is a lifetime lesson that u have taught me...&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace my friend... eventhough u are not here physically... but the memories of u will always stay with us... Eternally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-8754371792096375440?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8754371792096375440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=8754371792096375440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8754371792096375440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/8754371792096375440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-of-friend.html' title='A Lost Of Friend'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-4183371917325085761</id><published>2008-09-03T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:38:25.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Of The Beauty Pageant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6QCqMWBbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9Or8C9cY55E/s1600-h/1_170508125l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6QCqMWBbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9Or8C9cY55E/s320/1_170508125l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241785391666038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beauty pageant... from left is yuen phing,sim,ivy,joanne, our miss beauty pageant Joan Tan Pui Leng,her boyfriend Desmond,yan lin,me and wen chun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6Qmr0elXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LZS4x4CKGl4/s1600-h/1_250409467l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6Qmr0elXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LZS4x4CKGl4/s320/1_250409467l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241786010578097522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pui Leng and her dear Desmond... she looks gorgeous in that  evening gown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6Q-d1T4JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cGDfezvPSZE/s1600-h/1_321204110l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6Q-d1T4JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cGDfezvPSZE/s320/1_321204110l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241786419140354194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole lot before entering the convention hall... the girl in green  is Pui Leng's sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6Ruivrh5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/iycwLDm-rDA/s1600-h/1_860590948l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6Ruivrh5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/iycwLDm-rDA/s320/1_860590948l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787245092636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pui Leng during the Q&amp;amp;A section... look at her pose... such confident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6SPieSfUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dcP5_zy_uKU/s1600-h/1_862297840l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6SPieSfUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dcP5_zy_uKU/s320/1_862297840l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787811955375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look out! here she comes~!! JOAN TAN PUI LENG IS ON THE STAGE~~!!!!! YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6SjWyXnuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-UmJ6aZq79Q/s1600-h/1_889222156l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6SjWyXnuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-UmJ6aZq79Q/s320/1_889222156l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241788152415756002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always be by your side Pui Leng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/4611443595589370440-4183371917325085761?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4183371917325085761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=4183371917325085761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/4183371917325085761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/4183371917325085761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/photos-of-beauty-pageant.html' title='Photos Of The Beauty Pageant'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SL6QCqMWBbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9Or8C9cY55E/s72-c/1_170508125l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-2622955172176103531</id><published>2008-08-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:00:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty Pageant</title><content type='html'>Went to a beauty pageant contest organized by a church name City Harvest (if I'm not mistaken) at Sunway Pyramid convention center yesterday... our very friend Miss Joan Tan Pui Leng made it to the top 10 finalist... so Ivy,Yan Lin,Joanne,Yuen Phing,Sim,Chee Hao,me and also her boyfriend Desmond went to cheer 4 her... Pui Leng's family was there too... we started shouting her name like mad man when the screen showed a short clip of her.. IN A SPORT OUTFIT!!! damn~! she look sexy... as she walk up the stage i was like.. gosh! she looked so gorgeous in the evening gown,make up and also the silky hair... she look so damn freaking gorgeous that i almost forgot what i was there to do... TO CHEER!!!! yeah!!! JOAN!!!! YOU GO GIRL!!! after the Q&amp;amp;A section it was the prize giving moment that we have all been waiting for... we waited so nervously and finally the MC announced the 1st runner up is.... JOAN TAN!!!! the whole lot of us jumped up in joy and started cheering like mad man... although she only got 1st runner up but she is still the prettiest in our heart.. c'mon she's only 18! there's still a lot of chance for her to shine... after the beauty pageant contest.. we enjoyed some cool and rock christian songs played by a band from the church City Harvest... after the cheering and dancing along with the song we walked out the room and started looking for Pui Leng.. we talk and talk and joked.. she even pat my head.. ^^ -smiling in joy- it's not everyday i got pat by a beauty pageant you know... too bad my seat was quite far away from the stage so i couldn't get any photo of her... but i'll ask from Desmond and hopefully I'll be able to upload it as soon as possible... PUI LENG YOUR THE BEST!!!! LUV YA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-2622955172176103531?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/2622955172176103531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=2622955172176103531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/2622955172176103531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/2622955172176103531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-pageant.html' title='The Beauty Pageant'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-3439971897563604597</id><published>2008-08-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:51:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 girls who changed my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone has a one person who did something that changed their way of thinking or even their life... but mine is a bit different... i have 7 people who changed my way of thinking towards life or rather 7 girls who taught me some valuable lessons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ5z5R27cMI/AAAAAAAAADs/UEWHq_1vh2s/s1600-h/741661216m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ5z5R27cMI/AAAAAAAAADs/UEWHq_1vh2s/s320/741661216m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232747244934623426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First up is my dear 'sister'... known her since form 2..  she's truly a god-believer... everything she does or do will always be according to lessons she learned from The HOLY BIBLE... although I'm not a Christian but knowing her makes me feel that somehow somewhere there's a mighty God looking after everyone of us... and that we should always be grateful as we are all blessed.. one way or another.. she is also the one who taught me that Christian songs are not all slow and boring.. it can also be very very ROCK!!  ROCK ON GIRL!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ51vKNBM-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/uBEU5aViuhI/s1600-h/1_429158894m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ51vKNBM-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/uBEU5aViuhI/s320/1_429158894m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232749270104355810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Next up is a girl name koo ai ying.. she was my working colleague during my part-time work while waiting for SPM result... she's quite an emo queen.. she's been emo-ing since the first time i meet her.. if there's anything that she taught me, it'll be the harsh working life that she experienced.. being same age as me.. she's been working since form 3.. thus,she always reminds me that the world outside is different from what i known and that people can sometimes be decisive.. it's weird but she's the one that taught me not to trust people easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ54NSNH02I/AAAAAAAAAEE/uDqf2WoCIqE/s1600-h/1_801198098m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ54NSNH02I/AAAAAAAAAEE/uDqf2WoCIqE/s320/1_801198098m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751986671604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The third person who inspired me is she.. she is as lovely as her name.. Angel Lam Yan Yan.. yup! Angel~~ we once learn violin from the same teacher... but she is far too talented and she practice everyday without fail unlike me, so she bypass me in no time... although she is only 15, she's already a great violinist.. i can still remember my first orchestra performance with her and some other friends.. the way she dress caught the eye of my mom and i.. she is super hot with that leather mini skirt and pure white blouse..  sadly she moved to Australia early this year.. it'll be a long time until i can see  her  again.. she  gave me a purpose to sharpen my violin skills so that i can catch up with her... Yan Yan i wont lost to you!! you better come back soon!! miss you girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ59svA6LxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0TDmwBrjPMc/s1600-h/1_435839535m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ59svA6LxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0TDmwBrjPMc/s320/1_435839535m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232758024539090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I always believe that meeting friends online will never work especially when that person is a hot chick.. but Amelia Ho a.k.a Little Miss Princess  Shuga Shorty proves me wrong, she is the first person that i meet online that I'm still in contact with while others just disappeared.. i never expected that meeting friends online can last for more than 4 months but i have been friends with her for more than a year.. she's like my latest 'whatz up' magazine..  i get all the  hit  topic like latest music and all from her.. in other words..  she changed my life by keeping me updated.. lolz... oh! and she likes to snap photos of herself.. she call herself a cam whore but i say your just being confident of yourself.. cam whore is kinda rude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ6BRxuzCWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rWyqidav04w/s1600-h/1_784474280m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ6BRxuzCWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rWyqidav04w/s320/1_784474280m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232761959458474338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She is yet another person whom i meet online and continued to keep in contact up until now...Janice Goh is the name.. she's a girl who has very low self-esteem compare to Amelia... the first thing she'll ask when we chat is asking me whether the girl that she meet in friendster pretty or not.. sometimes she worries too much... and yet she is a good friend to talk to but mostly i'm the one who listen.. she is pretty when she smiles but because she worries too much.. the lovely smile of hers is hard to be seen.. :p from her i've learned how to be patient and to listen to other people's problems.. and I'm getting addicted to it.. makes me feel like I'm needed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ6OlYYq6uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/09jDa-CHCz4/s1600-h/1_624905986m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ6OlYYq6uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/09jDa-CHCz4/s320/1_624905986m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232776589903325922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As you can see this gorgeous lady here is very gorgeous indeed..  she's the first girl that i took up my courage to walk over to take her e-mail address.. not cos i had a crush on her but cos of her lovely and friendly smile.. she was in the same tuition center as i am when we're form 4.. i can still remember the first thing my friend said was 'wow! she is gorgeous' when she first walk into the room.. fortunately she sat in front of me and shockingly we had quite a lot to talk about.. we shared and exchanged songs and books which we like and not to mention the love for Christian songs AND watching live orchestra!!.. all in all.. she taught me that someone has to make the first step in knowing others.. if i wasn't brave enough to walk over and ask for her e-mail address.. i would not have meet such a good friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ6G4oxFugI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v-zsIoSZy-I/s1600-h/1_482854928l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ6G4oxFugI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v-zsIoSZy-I/s320/1_482854928l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232768124625205762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lastly is Joan Tan Pui Leng a.k.a Ah Tan(the one on the right).. she's been my classmate since form 3.. she is a gorgeous lady with a loud laugh.. you can hear her laughter even at the end of the street.. she has a big warm heart that is willing to help her friends in anyway possible.. and now she is taking up the challenge to not only help her friends but also to help others by becoming a nurse.. YUP! a nurse.. if there is anymore people as gorgeous as her becoming a nurse.. I'm sure a lot of guys are willing to be sick cos i know i would.. :P in my 3 years of knowing her.. she taught me that the love bond between us friends are very precious and that it will always be in our heart.. forever.. Pui Leng, you are an angel sent from heaven!! God bless you~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    P.s: there is no particular reason for me to write this except to show you girls how much i appreciate you and our friendship.. and it's just a coincident that 5 out of 7 girls above are Christian.. and no, i don't have any grudge against any religious..  as for guys.. don't worry.. I'll make a list too.. just that the title wont be '7 guys who changed my life' cos it sounds gay... i wouldn't want people to think that it's my gay list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611443595589370440-3439971897563604597?l=memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3439971897563604597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4611443595589370440&amp;postID=3439971897563604597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/3439971897563604597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4611443595589370440/posts/default/3439971897563604597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieskeptwithin.blogspot.com/2008/08/7-girls-who-changed-my-life.html' title='7 girls who changed my life'/><author><name>remembering the days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883517508347658801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJ5z5R27cMI/AAAAAAAAADs/UEWHq_1vh2s/s72-c/741661216m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611443595589370440.post-6418848390555724512</id><published>2008-08-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:19:05.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxiQUTDTfe0/SJPd7M9L1NI/AAAAAAAAADk/-EzhsF7B8b4/s1600-h/38629318026782m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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