<?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-6977018570638992226</id><updated>2012-02-06T22:53:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeats don't lie.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3303698904504530393</id><published>2012-02-06T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:59:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's awesome</title><content type='html'>“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This﻿ is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being random at this random moment posting this random quote where I randomly found on youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3303698904504530393?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3303698904504530393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3303698904504530393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2012/02/hes-awesome.html' title='he&apos;s awesome'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2361206060148668171</id><published>2012-01-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:46:21.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-new year celebration</title><content type='html'>Im currently stuck in the middle of nowhere. Just kidding, I would name it a reunion party, with mum side relatives. Fyi, those really friendly ones! I'm having much fun here, luckily they have unifi here or else i will most probably be having even more fun, like seriously! I'm having a break right now blogging with relative's iPad, yeah iOS5 which I don't at all know how to control. It's running on Chinese version, which I'm so not used to it. Now let's see how insane I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning when I just arrived, the atmosphere was like, how should I say, pin drop silence! As soon as more relatives arrived, here comes the fun. I'm considered very old in here, followed by my 13 years old cousin bro. Even now they're making a lot of noises. I love that! They're currently shouting around now playing with walkie talkies, and I'm here blogging while watching Malaysia open badminton semi finals, male. It seems like our Dato Lee had some problem facing the opponent, losing by few points. Well all the best for him!&lt;br /&gt;I take my words back, he's winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of, ambushed by my cousins, tickling me to death. Pft, my pants almost came off! So we were jumping and bouncing on the bed, then when I wasn't noticing, I got pinned and there comes the tickling war. I obviously lost, like so badly I know right! Just imagine how pathetic I look that moment, my pony was down and my hair was so messy like a hobo, enjoyed to the max! Mum side relatives are all the best! Most of them are rich but humble, at least they are wiling to share their stuff and foods. Here, we share everything, unlike my dad side relatives, they receive but never give. Sad life I have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my post here, until then!&lt;br /&gt;byeworld!&lt;br /&gt;Happy pre Chinese new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2361206060148668171?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2361206060148668171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2361206060148668171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2012/01/pre-new-year-celebration.html' title='pre-new year celebration'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-921815449594689848</id><published>2012-01-01T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:39:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hand itchy</title><content type='html'>I'm back to blog again. I've got nothing to blog about but err :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed so much of events LAST year. Yeh well speaking of regrets, I'm feeling really bad for missing all those events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed many movies. Real Steel, Mission Impossible, etc. All the great movies.&lt;br /&gt;I missed outings. Yeah, outings with sistas for MOVIES...&lt;br /&gt;I missed &lt;a href="http://new-yuxinn96.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Yuxin&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday surprise. Really sad though. Wanted to buy her musical note earrings but it's only available in gold -.- screw it.&lt;br /&gt;I missed some wedding dinner, due to the clashing of schedule. Close relative somemore.&lt;br /&gt;I should've postponed my birthday lunch with sistas so &lt;a href="http://hoyan96-keepthefaith.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hoyan&lt;/a&gt; could join too. *You can't bring up noise in a party without her!&lt;br /&gt;I should've joined sistas for the countdown because my dad trolled me.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't talk too much because every sentence I say seem to annoy at least somebody -.-' Yeah well I got my dad's genes, talk in a sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had fun in MapleStory today. Found back my old friends because I quitted for quite long time. And of course, met some new friends too! So we made some noise in Free Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85DpnI98Mt8/S96_rqY8eJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jxjnK2O4mDM/s1600/woshirag3" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85DpnI98Mt8/S96_rqY8eJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jxjnK2O4mDM/s1600/woshirag3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss this old look. This priest got banned though.&lt;br /&gt;We held some stupid internal events. Each of us take turns to sing a line of lyric from random song, and let the rest guess the lyrics. Bebe won the game with 4 scores :O&lt;br /&gt;And then the lmfao part, the Google Translate game! We simply said 1 sentence in mandarin with Malaysian elements in it and then go translate it xD&lt;br /&gt;你是大番薯 google don't make it big sweet potato but You are Da Fanshu ;x&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;没有你我早就死了咯 is Without you I would have died SLIGHTLY :P&lt;br /&gt;Haha I really miss them. I don't think I can online much after holiday because I'll need to hack my neighbours and my internet all depends on them. So hahaha. No more smooth internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so byeworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-921815449594689848?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/921815449594689848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/921815449594689848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2012/01/hand-itchy.html' title='hand itchy'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85DpnI98Mt8/S96_rqY8eJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jxjnK2O4mDM/s72-c/woshirag3' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1058182596338839313</id><published>2011-12-31T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:09:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>I've been leaving invisible footsteps around people's blog and I think I should blog this one last time before leaving for countdown @ Sunway Giza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else I'll need to bring my tablets along. I don't want that to even happen, you'll never understand how troubling it is to bring a tablet around with you, especially for someone like me who hates bags to the max. Oh well, my dad has been crapping around about me, wearing some abnormal clothes. I call it abnormal because t-shirt short pants has always been my style, but since I've gotten thinner this year (oops!) I should try out more variation of fabrics on myself. Uhm, yeay. I only take two meals a day, the only proper would be my dinner. It's kind of impossible for me to gain weight. I'm sixteen! Why can't I try to dress up myself nicely, or do you want me to wait until 30's?! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesn't matter much because my size never changed -_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hey! 2012 is coming in like 1 hour and 58 minutes. I'm kind of sad for my hair. It's short and much lighter compared to before, but this is the very first time that I actually fell in love with the hairstylist +_+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a SHE by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has really good skills in styling hair. I finally got the first satisfying fringe of my life. But why do pimples have to pop out when school's reopening in 3 days time :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all I want for 2012 is PPSMI to be continued, no reverting! No no no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the best for ya'll peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know nobody reads my blog -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So byeworld.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;BANJIR!!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1058182596338839313?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1058182596338839313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1058182596338839313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6066060650808211349</id><published>2011-12-30T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:08:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summarizing the year</title><content type='html'>I made this earlier in case I feel too lazy on the 31st of December 2011. I just might be slacking around or playing online games until I totally lose my memory&amp;nbsp;So uhm, where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just write about things that I feel memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to mention, everything's going to be long and boring, because I am boring. I'll show you why am I a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple of days to finish this post, not because I'm throwing in all my efforts but I'm rather too lazy. Something just happens whenever I'm halfway typing the post, especially dungeon runs. Yeah I know, games again, I don't need you to remind me because I really have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the topic, what memorable stuffs have I done throughout the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tried anything related with truancy before. Look how a good student I am? I'm here to say I did well in my PMR exam, &lt;b&gt;I may look like a stupid bummer that doesn't know anything other than fooling around, &lt;/b&gt;but don't underestimate me because I know way more than you. It's quite obvious when I'm always the one doing everything... Daddy and Mommy, 7A's! As I told you earlier, I won't pay in any effort for that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pork language.&lt;/span&gt; So I got a B for it. What I'm trying to say is actually the fun we had during this year. We played hard, but studied hard as well. I'm the dumbest in studies out of all my sistas because I don't go for any tuitions, but mainly because I'm born naturally dumb. I'm not trying to be humble or whatsoever, but I study really slow, you take 1 hour or less to finish a chapter but for me, 2 hours are not enough. So whenever they ask me questions I can never answer them. I feel bad :/ But we get to laugh and study together, look how awesome is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be my Genting trip with sistas. I tried so hard to BEG for permission from my dad to join them. And I obviously made it. All I have to say is... I salute you my sistas. You made a blind person like me survive in a complete strange place. Too bad I fell sick right on that day. I vomited around 5 times if I'm not mistaken after every ride I took. It was also our first time eating properly in KFC, I don't know what to say about this. The foods up there are rather expensive. I love how we screamed so hard on the rides! It was our first attempt to try on the Flying Coaster and it turned out amazing. Ahh I love my sistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday... Hmm, my birthday? Sucked I guess. I had meal with sistas at Kissaten @ IOI Boulevard. I still remember the food comes in huge servings but are very delicious. I received my present from my sistas after 3 months &lt;strike&gt;lol&lt;/strike&gt;. Some nice chocolates I saved for few months until I finally finish it! So basically this is memorable because the present came late, the celebration was boring and it's my first year not having a cake for my birthday. &lt;i&gt;Ahh I'm one year younger for not blowing the candles! &lt;/i&gt;Still the best part was the meal with sistas! Parents totally forgot about my birthday and went to the theatres just to make me jealous. My dad even said whenever I go for outing with my friends, he will go for movies. -_-'' Nice birthday I had. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoyan96-keepthefaith.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mah Ho Yan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, how can you miss the lunch /.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Miss Yap say if a passage has more than 4 paragraphs then it's too long. I miss you Miss Yap :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahahahaa, I've been through this year not just alone but with the person I love and cherish. It's amazing how I, ME, Hewtengwei can magically get into a relationship ._. Still I'm happy to have found someone that loves me for who I am. &lt;i&gt;Because I'm rather rude and dumb. Don't scold me for saying this I meant it! &lt;/i&gt;And uhm, for those who think we won't last, I'm proudly saying here that my relationship lasted longer than all your relationship with all your exes ._. We never argued and even if yes it never lasted longer than 10 minutes. Mohohoho, &lt;b&gt;This is my first love. &lt;/b&gt;I'm lucky to have found him, or he said he found me :/ I have to mention this............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He is not a Malay...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make this post any more longer you're so gonna fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, again I end my post with this stereotypical ending.&lt;br /&gt;May all the weath and prosperity come to you in the following year, 2012. 2011 was a fun year having the &lt;strike&gt;highest count of natural disasters.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best! My year passed with joy, what about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ooooh more and more &lt;b&gt;natural disasters&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6066060650808211349?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6066060650808211349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6066060650808211349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/12/summarizing-year.html' title='summarizing the year'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8823798214292019470</id><published>2011-12-23T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:49:58.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day result</title><content type='html'>I don't bother blogging because no one reads. Thanks for your support if you're among the "someone"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using "Result's Day" I used day result, it's not that I have bad grammar but due to the over usage of that term so yeah, I got back my PMR results today. (Take it as today okay, I don't feel like it's already tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it exciting at first when I first got back my slip, because I can frankly tell you I didn't expect much for this exam. It's like, what should I call it? Well done pile of dung. I expected to get 7A's but I did put in hopes for straight A's as well. My result is satisfying, just the same as my expectation, because I've no confident in getting A for BM at all I can say. I was kind of hopping around at home after returning from twinnies' house. Now that I think back, I'm basically screwed, for not being qualified to enter pure science class and zero glory. Now all I have to do is just hope, hope, and hope for the best I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to twinnies' house for some mad session. Yeah, it's Winter &lt;strike&gt;Salty&lt;/strike&gt; Solstice today. We gathered together to make Tangyuans. All I can say is the Tangyuan-making was a success. If you tasted it you won't believe that it was our very first time making it. And my favourite part of it was kneading the dough of course. The colourings stained on my hands for quite long, until I finally washed it away when I shower. Mentos Tangyuans, undeniable cuteness you can never withstand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came super early to fetch me home. Good thing his timing was perfect, he arrived right after I finish my bowl of Mentos. He drove me to Tesco to buy sieves. Well his main purpose was to buy a new tv for my brother, a portable one so he can play his PS2 and computer everywhere. Nothing for me. Dad, you really have a good sense of timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home afterwards and ate some really nice Tangyuans made by my grandma. Peanut fillings for the win! And so this is how I ended my day, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld, Happy Winter Solstice and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and Happy Chinese New Year!!! Trollolol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8823798214292019470?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8823798214292019470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8823798214292019470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-result.html' title='day result'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7580729969346610678</id><published>2011-11-05T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T01:16:25.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我堂妹可爱吗？？ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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For one, I'm more like being grounded; two, all my activities are banned by my lovely evil dad. He don't even allow me to go back to school for Leo meeting. When I told him about this he just simply showed me a 'fuck you' face. He loves and enjoys staying at home, so I got dragged along to ENJOY together with him. So yeah, don't ask me to go for outings during this 2 weeks of rest time for him.. Urghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to RedBox with some of my form 4 friends today ;)&lt;br /&gt;I was informed to reach at 1pm but I reached at 2.20pm instead. Know why? My dad claimed to have a so called meeting (he doesn't work, then why the fuck is he going for a meeting?) and told me he will reach home at 1pm. I was fine about that, but he reached home at 1.40pm instead. I got pissed, really pissed. He even asked for my friend's numbers in case he can't find me. EXCUSES. He just wanted to make sure whether I'm going out for a date or maybe some suicide party. YEAH I'M GOING FOR DATE, CHOP ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really listen to English songs that much, so my range of English songs is kinda limited. Most of the songs they chose, I never heard before. So it's good to reach late, but all I wanted was to meet up with him, since it's been a long time since we last went out. He poked my waist so much it was so dang ticklish, but he finds it fun. I'm okay with it. For me, everything he did to me is just so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;So I sprinkled juice on his face. HAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I even got a kiss on the forehead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave at 4.30pm, dad said so, I had to obey, or die. Power of parents. They just love taking control, then find it fun and continue with it.&lt;br /&gt;So he walked me all the way to new wing entrance. Thankyouuh.&lt;br /&gt;I even saw Tian Jiun!!! I couldn't recognize her, she changed real lot, looking so gorgeous now. I guess that's the main reason why I couldn't recognize her. She's the one who called me, I felt lost for a mere second, got stunned, then OH! TIAN JIUN T___T&lt;br /&gt;But I had to leave, so the whole process was... in less than 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Worst outing ever. But I had fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss fruit tea, the one I drank at the Curve, in a restaurant named Winter Warmers. They serve really nice fruit teas of assorted flavours, and some other edible stuff too. They have small apple cubes floating on the tea. It's in a jar, you have to pour it into a small glass, fucking awesome. If only I could head over there with my sistas, I'll turn the entire shopping complex upside down, I meant it. You seriously need to try out the fruit tea there, and their ham sandwich, it's beyond awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of that restaurant it makes me feel nostalgic. I've totally no idea why but it just does. It reminds me of my childhood, my dear sistas, and him. Secondary school friendships do last, right? Childhood is over, I broke my teeth and...&lt;br /&gt;I never expect to have gotten into a relationship, it's just so beautiful. I'm honestly telling this, I'm not a good looking person. You all don't have to lie, you know it yourself... I talk rude, behave rude and I'm annoying. Until I met this neighbour of mine who lived there for so many years but I never notice about it, ridiculous much huh? We only talked on MSN, we have uncountable topics, it just flows by itself. He says he don't look good, 'cause nobody told him so. But for me he's just so special, he caught my attention like how bees are attracted to pollens. Like I said, it's hard to find someone who thinks the same way as you, plus I have the mind of a freak, I don't think the same way as others, mine is just totally opposite. I'm glad to have a person who understands that what's running on my mind, I'm not letting go no matter what. The funniest thing was he actually thinks I'm nice and sweet when I behave the same way as I do all the time, no joke. And I was like, whatahell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many coincidences happening around us. We live few meters away from each other; my mum and his aunt are colleagues; we are both in the same rumah sukan; we got into the same club; we have the same horoscope; we both play the same game and got into the same guild without each other knowing; we both have the same features.... LOL and funniest was some of my friends say we look alike. We don't T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, best part is we never quarrel, and find it weird when other couples quarrel. At the beginning, all I've worried about was language. We speak different language, it this really going to work? I'm so afraid of losing this friendship, I'd rather be friends than become strangers who know each other very well. But now I guess it's not a problem anymore, we can eventually find a way to overcome this and I don't know how or why. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, I never knew I can have this gang of awesome sistas. They are the ones who brighten up lower secondary life, though I might not be the important one in the gang, but I just love them. We laugh over stupid jokes and funny things around us together, and complain together whenever there's something unreasonable happening around us. Keep this friendship til' the end, yeah babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that time when we go shopping at Times Square together, I miss it muchie. When are we visiting there next time? I know I don't buy much, but I enjoy choosing clothes for my babes. I consider myself good in choosing clothes for others, but still, not for myself. I don't wear nice clothes, you all see it in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection. (BUT NOT MY ROOM!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll know it... the way I draw, settle stuffs, editing documents... etc.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm fucking annoying. I have a bad habit, I don't trust other's sense of perfection. Even before photostating a document, I clear all the traces on the doc. I hate it when people plays the projector having the image totally bent and out of shape, seriously fuck you, can't you just do it nicely, just some freaking simple settings, do you like it when the cinema plays the movie like how you play your projector? Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoying... I'M ANNOYING!!! T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thanks for the patience and tolerance given, for my annoying attitude and my superb post full of junks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people,&lt;br /&gt;byeworld, ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3676297181775087452?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3676297181775087452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3676297181775087452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/11/bedtime-lullaby.html' title='bedtime lullaby'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3991531731167957401</id><published>2011-10-31T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:39:40.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Payyee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not supposed to use any capital letters for my title but yeah, it's Miss Shee's birthday! How can I not caps her name, I just might get stroked by thunder! Gosh I have to finish the post before the clock hits twelve. Happy birthday pretty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;We celebrated her birthday at Little Pantry, IOI Mall yesterday. We had a really great time together, it was priceless. It's been so long since the eight of us gathered together and have a nice talk. Speaking of that, I guess we annoyed some of the customers? We were pretty noisy, but who cares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;We talked about some funny topics, and of course those are of the most hilarious moments in our life, some really crazy ones. We got to know some of the working experiences of &lt;a href="http://new-yuxinn96.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuxin&lt;/a&gt; and Peiyi too, it's disappointing not being able to see them in their kimono. Sure nice thing right? Or is it some other clothings? Ahh who cares. Also, I don't quite like the food over there at Little Pantry. It's not that because it grosses, the food was above average, but it's just not my cup of tea. My favourite was the drink, I consider that a weird drink. It tastes kinda awful in the beginning I would say... Maybe it's because I drank it right after my mushroom soup. But after quite a short while, the green tea taste began to itch your taste buds. I'm honestly saying this, it's&amp;nbsp;marvellous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;But I guess if I'm given a choice, I won't freaking get my ass back into that restaurant anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I was informed to go IOI on the day before yesterday, and yes, it was uhm, it was like minutes to midnight for me. Before &lt;a href="http://new-yuxinn96.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuxin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;informed us about that we actually had a small discussion for Saturday, but due to some reason it was cancelled. Plus this, I have to inform my dad earlier before attending some events near Puchong 'cause I'll be staying here in Shah Alam for public/school holidays, yeah you all know right. I wasn't daring enough to wake him up from slumber, he's gonna be so pissed and annoyed, so I decided to tell him next morning. I woke earlier so my mum won't have to prepare breakfast for us, and holy shiat it succeed! Before that I expected him to be soooooo mad and crazy when I tell him about the outing, this is real last minute informing. I hopped back into bed of course, I only had 4 hours of sleep that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Oyeah, so my dad wasn't that good after all. He planned with mum and my bro to watch Real Steel while I'm spending time with my friends so that he can save up his fuel. Mainly to take revenge on me like duuuhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I had all my meals outside that day, in four different restaurants! How awesome. But I end up eating at home all day today so this is what I call karma... And I had headache after coming home yesterday. Shiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Alright I guess that's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;HAPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Y BIRTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;DAY PA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;YYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;E!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;byeworld ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3991531731167957401?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3991531731167957401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3991531731167957401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-payyee.html' title='happy birthday Payyee!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3342616147355501394</id><published>2011-10-24T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:44:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moooo</title><content type='html'>这篇，就用中文吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;说真的，在这个时候放我假简直就是想要了我的命...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;老豆又不让我打工，偏偏姐妹们都在打工，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等死算了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;反正人生下来就是在等死，但我要死的比别人痛快！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;忽然想起今年的生日，是15年来唯一没有吹蜡烛的一年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;自出生以来，除了自己，也没多少人记得我的生日。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为我从来都不是别人的什么，重要角色从没我的份。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;别人生日什么惊喜什么乱七八糟的一样都不少，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我就样样享不了，可悲。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;算了，要认命~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我有的，别人不一定有。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;其实也不是没原因的吧，我说话就是不经大脑。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以别把我的话放在心上，我没恶意的~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可能也因为这个原因导致全世界都讨厌我 xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以不受重视，不过这也已经是家常便饭了~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;随随便便说几句，就... 去死吧！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哎，睡觉算了，正所谓 “睡觉为快乐之本”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;天天晚上都会跟老豆说这句 xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但我还是希望可以改掉乱喷口水的习惯，以免让无辜受害 -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最近发现手机有点中风的征兆 =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;按一次键，竟然跑出几个字出来...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;气死我啦！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一定要换电话... 换最强的那支 xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*发梦中*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但如果换了智能手机，每两天就要充一次电，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还要买个袋子，装起来保护屏幕，要不然一花掉的话又要挨骂了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;偏偏丘老豆是个出了名的挑剔鬼，真不愧是正中处女座...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而我最讨厌把电话包起来了，整个粽子酱，又不方便，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我有事没事就喜欢拿电话出来乱按，装起来的就超麻烦的说。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是... 不买智能手机的是绝世大笨蛋 xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哦耶~ 打中文好累 =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没东西写了，有好一阵子没 check blog updates 了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在就去check check下，=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;掰掰~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeworld sounds better in everyway. so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeworld!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3342616147355501394?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3342616147355501394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3342616147355501394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/10/moooo.html' title='moooo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7288323594857378344</id><published>2011-10-23T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T09:17:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deepavali holiday?</title><content type='html'>So I have one week holiday of boredom here, I'd rather be gambling in school I would say... I've thought a lot during my free times, what should I be doing for the coming holidays? I have a bunch of them but I guess I'll be having a post of complaint sooner or later when holiday ends hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I should love people, not hate them. Every individual is born beautiful, I shouldn't hate any of them, some are just born naturally bad tempered, some are extremely talkative, some speak bitchy like me, some just wont control their words. Well, we can't have our life without haters, so if I don't hate any of them, means they will have one less hater, isn't that what we want? If you don't want to be hated, then don't hate people. I came up with this crappy theory while I was having my insomnia, as always. Karma's like a boomerang, you throw it, it will come back to you and hit you in the face very soon. Maybe I should try to see the goods and not the bads in people, everyone has their own good personality don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, I'm kind of speed blogging now, leaving house at 9.30am to Summit for Lions Club of PJ Metro's peace poster contest. Try it, give yourself a limit of 5minutes and finish the post with as much of shits as you can stuff in within the time limit, it's a good way of practising your typing skills. Or you can play some games, you have to type as fast as possible before you get eaten up by the monsters hahaha. What the eff am I talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have 1 minute left uhmm, I think I should be like my dad, he won't give me much money to spend especially when I want to buy novels. I love reading 'em, it's just that original novels that I LIKE are way too expensive. Like Killer series, fuck the price tag man. Alright 1 min's over, lets conclude my craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New record I guess, okay time to go,&lt;br /&gt;byeworld! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I love you people :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7288323594857378344?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7288323594857378344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7288323594857378344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/10/deepavali-holiday.html' title='deepavali holiday?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4500589617041839521</id><published>2011-10-18T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:12:46.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I'm back after my major exam and bla bla bla. All sorts of nonsense had passed, now it's time to enjoy myself to the really max but I don't feel the so called 'extreme crazy mood' like I've expected earlier. Life's getting more and more boring, but next year is going to be so difficult and harsh. I really should enjoy but I just don't have the mood, especially when everything happened lately is like going against me. I couldn't do anything, nothing can be helped so yeah, what to do? Accept the fact that life just sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major exam? Yes, I sat for PMR 2011. I'm confident for 6 out of 8 subjects, the other 2 is kinda obvious already. BM and BC, duh. BC should be okay, but BM? Fuck it. All I want is to get A, either that, or get into 4SC1 with a B for BM. All the papers for this year is freaking easy, I can frankly tell. Except for that 2 evil-ish subjects, luckily I got only 8 wrongs for BC paper 1 or else I'm so dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 4SC1? I'm fucking going for pure science, screw sub science.&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you, there will be fucking a lot of straight A's this year, we have good standard this batch man, be proud of it! This is the problem, I have minor chance in getting straight A's, it's more of a mission impossible for me. If the number of straight A's is more than 40, then I'm screwed coz it's possibly going to happen this year. Last year's standard was so much lower compared with this year, and they had 32 straight A's last year. As for this year, we shall see then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'll prove it to them that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I CAN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;SCORE &amp;nbsp;BETTER THAN THOSE SO CALLED STRAIGHT A's STUDENTS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, shake it babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.&lt;br /&gt;byeworld, stay beautiful, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4500589617041839521?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4500589617041839521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4500589617041839521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-15200758775635131</id><published>2011-10-09T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:58:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desktop design</title><content type='html'>Basically it's not counted as a design but I kinda modified the layout and mostly, the background, spirit of the art mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVVoYQor3Fw/TpEpwa_2LfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GfIz7hkOg0w/s1600/bg12.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVVoYQor3Fw/TpEpwa_2LfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GfIz7hkOg0w/s400/bg12.png" width="400" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh, this is my favourite desktop layout so far. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld, just trying to keep my blog alive by stuffing in some nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-15200758775635131?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/15200758775635131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/15200758775635131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/10/desktop-design.html' title='desktop design'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVVoYQor3Fw/TpEpwa_2LfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GfIz7hkOg0w/s72-c/bg12.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3941469299585715567</id><published>2011-09-01T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:59:38.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online game maniac</title><content type='html'>Fake MapleStory sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I have my UniFi already so...&lt;br /&gt;SPAM GAMES. I have &amp;nbsp;450GB to spend anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapleStory is my fav out of so many junks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvU76Bn0BCw/Tl9S81Vdk7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SFTVP6jSYaU/s1600/twin.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvU76Bn0BCw/Tl9S81Vdk7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SFTVP6jSYaU/s320/twin.png" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnqXYq4dcMg/Tl9TP1pdtSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4Ye2VSsdzE4/s1600/latanica.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnqXYq4dcMg/Tl9TP1pdtSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4Ye2VSsdzE4/s320/latanica.png" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sot you Capt. Latanica :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Qxiqq_aRU/Tl9TkQMkNjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/v2jN0Bey33M/s1600/tomato.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Qxiqq_aRU/Tl9TkQMkNjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/v2jN0Bey33M/s320/tomato.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelling for teh tomato xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPGhJFpNXYw/Tl9Wk7bDOEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JphZ78qskAE/s1600/123.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPGhJFpNXYw/Tl9Wk7bDOEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JphZ78qskAE/s320/123.png" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pawn you ninenine HAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3941469299585715567?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3941469299585715567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3941469299585715567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/09/online-game-maniac.html' title='online game maniac'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvU76Bn0BCw/Tl9S81Vdk7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SFTVP6jSYaU/s72-c/twin.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1559558950290677300</id><published>2011-09-01T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:08:19.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond crazy</title><content type='html'>Holidays were never interesting. Basically nothing can bright up my holiday mood except for trips and travelling. If I had the money I'd turn the mall upside down, or buy one way ticket to Africa. Don't expect to see me again :P&lt;br /&gt;Stupid holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days I was at my hometown in Parit Baru, near the coast where Selangor and Perak meets. Sungai Bernam it is. I'm making life complicated -_-&lt;br /&gt;They have a lousy bicycle there but that doesn't really matter coz I can't cycle properly. It's more of a joke I know, teenagers at this age of mine should be able to cycle like an expert eh? Well, I'm proud to be an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I'm deeply obsessed with Eclipse mints and I've been spamming boxes of them :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's random.&lt;br /&gt;Lets get random then, my memories don't come in sets but fragments -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't turn right when I'm cycling.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed having my sweats flowing out like waterfall, when I'm practically doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I found my old hoodie! My mum hid it deeeeeep inside her wardrobe. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;My phone is finally malfunctioning. So daddy are you going to give me your phone RIGHT NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;Miracle happened. I can use the internet with satisfying speed in rural areas :D&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Baskin Robbin's ice-cream discount on 31st August instead of National Day. Such a&amp;nbsp;patriotic citizen I am :P&lt;br /&gt;I played candles with couzies! I just loveeee candles.&lt;br /&gt;I had some really tasty food as breakfast this morning. I never find bittergourds this awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in the traffic jam for 5 god damned hours. Getchyo ass flattened.&lt;br /&gt;Citroen's engine temperature rose until the max. Wanna try the feeling of going to die in remoted area? Get your ass into my car :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess? Hmm I missed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EXAMS DON'T MATTER NO SHIT IN MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1559558950290677300?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1559558950290677300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1559558950290677300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/09/beyond-crazy.html' title='beyond crazy'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3352020325539995</id><published>2011-08-10T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:20:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urhhmmsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well I screwed up another title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO FIRST OF ALL, Happy birthday &lt;a href="http://memory-jessey96.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuxin&lt;/a&gt;! Sorry for not being able to join your surprise party, I hope you enjoyed the surprise, love ya! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm as for the uhhhhh, belated birthday present, here's the content of that cute pink box =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZioHV8DSiE4/TkIs9GkBUDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AbI_40o1YFs/s1600/DSC02495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZioHV8DSiE4/TkIs9GkBUDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AbI_40o1YFs/s320/DSC02495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--czSfFcCAmQ/TkIs91i77pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uJFhjzUuxo8/s1600/DSC02497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--czSfFcCAmQ/TkIs91i77pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uJFhjzUuxo8/s320/DSC02497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzuVFnfo8CU/TkIs-dGJLBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fE8PCvyCbRU/s1600/DSC02500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzuVFnfo8CU/TkIs-dGJLBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fE8PCvyCbRU/s320/DSC02500.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vshqIhOlzYU/TkIs_CnkQNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1pDxDNGCJ7Y/s1600/DSC02501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vshqIhOlzYU/TkIs_CnkQNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1pDxDNGCJ7Y/s320/DSC02501.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmm, the chocolates melted :O but thanks anyway :D It tastes really good~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love ya all&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So for these past 3 days I've been suffering from flu and severe headache(midnight) so yeah, my bed was never this comfortable. It all started with a morning sneeze, I didn't really care 'cause I went to Tropicana City Mall in the afternoon. It was really awesome, I wouldn't call it a classy mall but yeah I swept like soooo many clothes. *Happy-ing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Well, happiness doesn't last for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;What follows is this terrible flu that stopped me from doing likely everything. That includes my revision for the upcoming trial. Flu sucks, I hate the feeling of having my nostrils completely stuck with annoying fluids. I was wondering all the time, how can my body produce THIS MUCH of fluids in such short time that one whole roll of tissue paper isn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Then comes fever, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I wasted 4 days sleeping like a dead pig on bed. Even now I'm still having a bit of headache. It's okay to get sick once in a while, I don't really mind. But why now? Purposely trying to make me fail uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Worst of all my Tamagotchi was sent back to it's planet, for I haven't been switching on my computer for 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;There's a scrapbook function in the game that records it's growth and last words before it's leaving. I didn't know I am this sensual that, even a virtual egg can make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Hi. Some people think that because I'm yellow, I'm a 'fraidy cat... But I'm not! I'm very brave! All by myself, I just travelled all the way back here to Planet Tamagotchi! Of course, I carried my blanket with me...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Please do take good care of your body, getting sick when exam's around the corner isn't fun at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;byeworld.&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/6977018570638992226-3352020325539995?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3352020325539995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3352020325539995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/08/urhhmmsss.html' title='urhhmmsss'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZioHV8DSiE4/TkIs9GkBUDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AbI_40o1YFs/s72-c/DSC02495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6224499813121119455</id><published>2011-07-24T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:07:57.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>青花瓷</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;素胚勾勒出青花笔锋浓转淡&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="瓶身描繪的牡丹一如妳初妝"&gt;瓶身描绘的牡丹一如妳初妆&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="冉冉檀香透過窗心事我了然"&gt;冉冉檀香透过窗心事我了然&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="宣紙上走筆至此擱一半"&gt;宣纸上走笔至此搁一半&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="釉色渲染仕女圖韻味被私藏"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="釉色渲染仕女圖韻味被私藏"&gt;釉色渲染仕女图韵味被私藏&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; 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font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="炊煙裊裊昇起 隔江千萬里"&gt;炊烟袅袅升起隔江千万里&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="在瓶底書漢隸仿前朝的飄逸"&gt;在瓶底书汉隶仿前朝的飘逸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="在瓶底書漢隸仿前朝的飄逸"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="就當我為遇見妳伏筆"&gt;就当我为遇見妳伏笔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="天青色等煙雨 而我在等妳"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="天青色等煙雨 而我在等妳"&gt;天青色等烟雨而我在等妳&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="月色被打撈起 暈開了結局"&gt;月色被打捞起晕开了结局&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="如傳世的青花瓷自顧自美麗 妳眼帶笑意"&gt;如传世的青花瓷自顾自美丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="如傳世的青花瓷自顧自美麗 妳眼帶笑意"&gt;妳眼带笑意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="色白花青的錦鯉躍然於碗底"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="色白花青的錦鯉躍然於碗底"&gt;色白花青的锦鲤跃然于碗底&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="臨摹宋體落款時卻惦記著妳"&gt;临摹宋体落款时却惦记着妳&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="妳隱藏在窯燒裡千年的秘密"&gt;妳隐藏在窑烧里千年的秘密&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="極細膩猶如繡花針落地"&gt;极细腻犹如绣花针落地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="簾外芭蕉惹驟雨門環惹銅綠"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="簾外芭蕉惹驟雨門環惹銅綠"&gt;帘外芭蕉惹骤雨门环惹铜绿&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="而我路過那江南小鎮惹了妳"&gt;而我路过那江南小镇惹了妳&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="在潑墨山水畫 裡 妳從墨色深處被隱去"&gt;在泼墨山水画里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="在潑墨山水畫 裡 妳從墨色深處被隱去"&gt;妳从墨色深处被隐去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="在潑墨山水畫 裡 妳從墨色深處被隱去"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the song we danced for the sports day performance =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Took me freaking whole day to decode it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;byeworld =)&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/6977018570638992226-6224499813121119455?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6224499813121119455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6224499813121119455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='青花瓷'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1620585649507896791</id><published>2011-07-23T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:40:34.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fantasy</title><content type='html'>I woke up lying in a field of lavender and tulips, with two moons hanging in the starlit sky. I can hear a tender lullaby of gentle sweet voice, wishing me goodnight. I stood up as the sky slowly changed its colour, from blue to pink. I took a deep breathe, the scent of lavenders and tulips calmed my soul. I walked to a glowing tree nearby, suddenly I was warped into a magical beach, a place where I can reach the sky just by raising my hand up high. The clouds there are cotton candies, and the sand is actually brown sugar with seashells made up of white chocolates. I soaked my feet into the dark blue seawater, its so chilling yet warm, a feeling that couldn't be explained in words. The seawater looks blue but that's only what you can see on the surface. I had a closer look and realise those are icing powders covering the sea. I splashed it out of mere curiosity, silver fluids with colourful glows are what I see. It's so fantastic, I would never ever want to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked and walked into the depth of the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I fell into a jungle full fluffy animals that urges me to embrace them in my arms. The sky began to turn dark. As the moonlight falls on the plants they began to shine a purple glow. The trees here bear pink and juicy fruits. Precisely, my tummy was famished the fruits really boosted my appetite. I plucked some pink cherries and tasted them. This may sound corny but what I've tasted is the taste of happiness, full of bliss and sweetness that excited my taste buds. I buried the seeds in the turquoise coloured soil. Unexpectedly, they grown into another tree in mere minutes which is really amazing. I continued to explore the jungle, but I guess I walked to the end of it. I was amazed by what that showed up in front of my eyes--- a huge and tall tower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped in, I see my old memories. Forgotten scenes were recorded bit by bit in my every day life. 15 floors &amp;nbsp;of memories, each represents a year from my 15 years old life. Each step I take, memories appear in front as an image. I then proceeded until I reach the last floor, I shed tears. I've been through this much, yet I'm still so naive. Memories are beautiful, because even when every one else changed, memories remain the same. I somehow felt lonely, this place of fantasy is indeed beautiful but I'd rather have someone to be by my side, than having all these all for my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slipped off a green slope and woke up from my dream. If that place was real, I'm going to marry there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeworld ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1620585649507896791?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1620585649507896791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1620585649507896791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-woke-up-lying-in-field-of-lavender.html' title='my fantasy'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2096543057345608507</id><published>2011-07-19T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:37:52.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just nice</title><content type='html'>Simplicity&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXqkECf5hmo/TiUldPlWZVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8pKtKGnM9d0/s1600/deskie.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXqkECf5hmo/TiUldPlWZVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8pKtKGnM9d0/s400/deskie.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2096543057345608507?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2096543057345608507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2096543057345608507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-nice.html' title='just nice'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXqkECf5hmo/TiUldPlWZVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8pKtKGnM9d0/s72-c/deskie.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1803148330918997707</id><published>2011-07-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:47:23.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffin' something here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I wanna be the girl that he talks to his friends about, I wanna be the girl that always comes first, I wanna be the girl he never wants to leave alone, I wanna be the girl who's hand he's holding, I wanna be the girl he looks at and smiles and then says to his friends, "That's her, she's the one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1803148330918997707?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1803148330918997707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1803148330918997707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuffin-something-here.html' title='stuffin&apos; something here.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7154627419046866235</id><published>2011-07-12T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:16:22.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMTA*MDA2NDI5MDQmcHQ9MTMxMDQwMDY*NjgxMSZwPTEzMDIyMSZkPW15c3BhY2VidWxsZXRpbiZnPTEmbz*4ZDI4/NzY2MzUzNGE*NmM1ODhiYzAxMWYyNGM5NmM2ZQ==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;survey time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My Life In 200 Questions&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;200: My middle name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;199: I was born in:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th May 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;198: I am really:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;197: My cell phone company is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;196: My eye color is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;195: My shoe size is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;194: My ring size is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;193: My height is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;192: I am allergic to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;191: My 1st car was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;190: My 1st job was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;189: Last book you read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;188: My bed is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;187: My pet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dogs are silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;186: My best friend:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;185: My favorite shampoo is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal Essences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;184: AIM name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;183: Piggy Banks are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;182: In my pockets:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are dusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;181: On my calendar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;180: Marriage is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like from bliss to boredom to betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;179: Sponge Bob can:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be so yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;178: My mom:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;177: The last three cd's I bought were:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;176: Last YouTube video watched:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You - Cee Lo Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;175: How many cousins do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;174: Do you have any siblings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;173: Are your parents divorced:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;172: Are you taller than your mom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same height, nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;171: Do you play an instrument?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;170: What did you do yesterday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I Believe In:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;169: Love at first sight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;168: Luck:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;167: Fate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;166: Yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;165: Aliens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;164: Heaven:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;163: Hell:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;162: God:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;161: Horoscopes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;160: Soul mates:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;159: Ghosts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;158: Gay Marriage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;157: War:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;156: Orbs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;155: Magic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Which is Better&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;154: Hugs or Kisses:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;153: Drunk or High:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;152: Phone or Online:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;151: Red heads or Black haired:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black haired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;150: Blondes or Brunettes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;149: Hot or cold:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;148: Summer or winter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;147: Autumn or Spring:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;146: Chocolate or vanilla:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;145: Night or Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;144: Oranges or Apples:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;143: Curly or Straight hair:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;142: McDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;140: Mac or PC:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;139: Flip flops or high heals:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;138: Ugly and rich OR Sexy and poor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;137: Coke or Pepsi:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;136: Hillary or Obama:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;135: Burried or cremated:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;134: Singing or Dancing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;133: Coach or Chanel:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;131: Small town or Big city:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;130: Wal-Mart or Target:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;128: Manicure or Pedicure:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;127: East Coast or West Coast:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;126: Your Birthday or Christmas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;125: Chocolate or Flowers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;124: Disney or Six Flags:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;123: Yankees or Red Sox:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yankee? Baseball if I'm not mistaken? Both no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Here's What I Think About&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;122: War:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;121: George Bush:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;120: Gay Marriage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;119: The presidential election:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;118: Abortion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is only acceptable for rape cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;117: MySpace:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;116: Reality TV:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;115: Parents:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are dumb guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;114: Back stabbers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;113: Ebay:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a colourful logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;112: Sex:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;111: Work:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;110: My Neighbors:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;109: Gas Prices:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;108: Designer Clothes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;107: College:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are wallet draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;106: Sports:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes one sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;105: My family:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;104: The future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Last time I&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;103: Hugged someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;102: Last time you ate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;101: Saw someone I haven't seen in awhile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100: Cried in front of someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;99: Went to a movie theater:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98: Took a vacation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97: Swam in a pool:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;96: Changed a diaper:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;95: Got my nails done:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94: Went to a wedding:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;93: Broke a bone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;92: Got a peircing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likely a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91: Broke the law:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90: Texted:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;MISC&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;89: Who makes you laugh the most:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87: The last movie I saw:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men: First Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86: The thing that I'm looking forward to the most:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85: The thing im not looking forward to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84: People call me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83: The most difficult thing to do is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82: I have gotten a speeding ticket:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81: My zodiac sign is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80: The first person i talked to today was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dumb brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;79: First time you had a crush:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78: The one person who i can't hide things from:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me are kind of dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77: Last time someone said something you were thinking:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76: Right now I am talking to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75: What are you going to do when you grow up:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74: I have/will get a job:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73: Tomorrow:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is going to be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72: Today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71: Next Summer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is like now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70: Next Weekend:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will also be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;69: I have these pets:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninja dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68: The worst sound in the world:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;67: The person that makes me cry the most is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66: People that make you happy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I love, can instantly make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65: Last time I cried:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64: My friends are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63: My computer is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retiring soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62: My School:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61: My Car:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60: I lose all respect for people who:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrays their partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59: The movie I cried at was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Kacang Puppy Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58: Your hair color is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57: TV shows you watch:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedies, dumb dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56: Favorite web site:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55: Your dream vacation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea, as long as it includes a beach :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54: The worst pain I was ever in was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I knocked my head on the sharp corner of my house's staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53: How do you like your steak cooked:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything, as long as its edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52: My room is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51: My favorite celebrity is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity? Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50: Where would you like to be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beachhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49: Do you want children:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48: Ever been in love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47: Whos your best friend:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46: More guy friends or girl friends:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real, girl. Net, guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45: One thing that makes you feel great is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to Cee Lo's Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44: One person that you wish you could see right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43: Do you have a 5 year plan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41: Have you pre-named your children:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40: Last person I got mad at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39: I would like to move to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a world of my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38: I wish I was a professional:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My Favorites&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;37: Candy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36: Vehicle:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35: President:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34: State visited:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33: Cell Phone Provider:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiGi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32: Athlete:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31: Actor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30: Actress:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29: Singer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28: Band:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27: Clothing Store:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any store that sells awesome clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26: Grocery Store:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25: TV show:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Titans, CN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24: Movie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23: Website:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22: Animal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21: Theme Park:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20: Holiday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19: Sport to watch:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton? Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18: Sport to play:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17: Magazine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16: Book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's diary. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15: Day of the week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14: Beach:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa, Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13: Concert Attended:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12: Thing to cook:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11: Food:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything nice to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10: Restaurant:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9: Radio Station:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitz,MyFM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8: Yankee Candle scent:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7: Perfum:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't fake my scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6: Flower:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5: Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: Talk Show host:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: Comedian:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those taiwaneses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: Dog Breed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: Are you ready for this survey to be over?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7154627419046866235?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7154627419046866235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7154627419046866235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-in-while.html' title='once in a while'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6006764820562130078</id><published>2011-07-09T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:17:00.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day 2011</title><content type='html'>Yooha! I'm feeling somewhat excited now coz my title finally made sense.&lt;br /&gt;So today was my school's sports day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't have enough sleep but I was feeling very energized, but still my panda eyes remained there so you know right, my eyes are already small enough, plus that huge dark circle and now I look like some freak without eyes. The funniest thing is I applied sunblock all over my face except for my nose. You don't want me to continue do you LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 4.30am, arrived school at 5.25am coz I was told to reach that early. Well as expected nobody was there, they never fail to be late. Then we gathered at Serambi for some uhh makeups and decorations but I'm pure original today, no makeups for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;We left school at 7, if I'm not mistaken. I thought we were told to leave at 6 sharp? School's trying to fool us like yeah. From the beginning to the end I didn't even showed my bus ticket to anyone and nothing actually happened. I reached the lousy stadium safely and you can just take as many food as you want, nobody cares haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bus was lost, he went to the wrong route, I think uniten has 2 stadiums according to what my dad said. One is the big one and then it's this lousy one we went. It was so crowded there's not even enough seats for half of the students. Fail. Then by the time we reached there it started to rain, our skirts were all wet. It's really disgusting and disturbing I would say, as if my limbs were all tied up, we have so much to do /.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we're late but the rain saved our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked terrible in that dance costume, it looks so damn ugly on me and makes me look fatter than I am. The performance was amazing but the last part wasn't related to the theme given so we got last for marching. That's really disappointing but I had lots of fun =P. Gotta join again next year if I'm allowed to xD.&lt;br /&gt;I hate fixed themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice coz I've been screaming madly for my house yeaaaaaaahhhhhh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;HULUBALANG! WOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my house sooooo much but I didn't contribute much to help them =(&lt;br /&gt;We got 4th for overall result, last for marching and best for category 3, which is the form ones. That's a really good beginning isn't it? Awesome future seniors taking over haha. Unlike me, I'm plain useless =/&lt;br /&gt;Olahragawati of the year is from our house yeaaaaahhh that's just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I spent most of the time in stadium with him, loved it so much. Thank you for feeding me and sorry for being dumb xD&lt;br /&gt;Blekkkk. My amazing boyfriend =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for today, now it's time to prepare for the upcoming trial, nah not going to start now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hulubalang&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6006764820562130078?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6006764820562130078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6006764820562130078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/sports-day-2011.html' title='sports day 2011'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1295721489933522974</id><published>2011-07-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:59:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blooooooo</title><content type='html'>Ignore my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have approximately 17 minutes left to blog. Gotta speed up, or else I'm going to get disconnected, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, it's the timer that's doing the job. Thank you daddie -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I have no idea why I'm here, just bored. I'm kind of moody now, just venting a little here. Bashing keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope school crashes tomorrow, or at least, a holiday? I don't feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, 14 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this god forsaken god damned dog dream yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It somehow made me cried, even knowing that its not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like missing something, but I have no idea what it is. Perhaps I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like bashing the wall but I know I don't have the&amp;nbsp;strength to. I wish I could get rid of this lifetime monthly subscription which I never agreed to sign but still has to. Hahahha, I miss Jelly.&lt;br /&gt;I got Jellies all over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasn't real.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm at the beach now :D&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sleep, frozen by the chilling sea breeze. That would be cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm a paper, people can scribble on me all they want.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time left before I get freaking disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;I wish blogger had a bigger post space so I don't have to freaking scroll up and down to check my post.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see meteor rain.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I wish wishes are real.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you're not annoyed reading this LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible mood swing, feeling much better now. Gotta get my ass up and place it back on bed -_-&lt;br /&gt;So, 3 minutes left, what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you wish someone could read your mind, they just can't.&lt;br /&gt;If tomatoes are vegetables, then elephants are microwaves.&lt;br /&gt;What if things began to fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;What if blogger crashed? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me cheering up, I don't fucking care if you care, or not.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, byeworld ;)&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1295721489933522974?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1295721489933522974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1295721489933522974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/07/blooooooo.html' title='blooooooo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5356806302661060913</id><published>2011-06-20T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:55:55.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new songs don't make sense at all</title><content type='html'>I actually meant old songs do make sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想做一个梦给你&lt;br /&gt;填满你心中所有空隙&lt;br /&gt;让流过泪后的苦涩转成甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;我想摘两颗星给你&lt;br /&gt;放在你眺望我的夜里&lt;br /&gt;于是在黑夜里&lt;br /&gt;你可以整夜看我&lt;br /&gt;如何的想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想留一张纸给你&lt;br /&gt;告诉你我一生的际遇&lt;br /&gt;让受过伤后的刺痛随风而去&lt;br /&gt;我想沏一壶酒给你&lt;br /&gt;藏在你思念我的心底&lt;br /&gt;日后再想起&lt;br /&gt;你听我醉后言语&lt;br /&gt;说的都是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;翻遍日记将千言万语&lt;br /&gt;找一个字代替&lt;br /&gt;却发现爱是最深的痕迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你就乱乱乱头绪&lt;br /&gt;不想又伤伤伤自己&lt;br /&gt;清深就不必问&lt;br /&gt;是合不合逻辑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你就乱乱乱头绪&lt;br /&gt;不想又伤伤伤自己&lt;br /&gt;刻一个爱给你&lt;br /&gt;在今生今世里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;邰正宵 - 找一个字代替&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, BlueSKY's poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天又下起雨了&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉之中&lt;br /&gt;我脑海里浮现出&lt;br /&gt;你那可爱的样貌&lt;br /&gt;就那一眨之间&lt;br /&gt;你已占欲了我&lt;br /&gt;脑海里心里面&lt;br /&gt;全是你的影子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心中的挂念&lt;br /&gt;是如此强烈&lt;br /&gt;只想着你那&lt;br /&gt;甜美的声音&lt;br /&gt;美丽的笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的一个笑容&lt;br /&gt;是我不知所措&lt;br /&gt;有时可以让我&lt;br /&gt;心情心花怒放&lt;br /&gt;从此你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;在我心底深层&lt;br /&gt;永久挥又不去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你一句句的话&lt;br /&gt;我铭记在心中&lt;br /&gt;将这些话上锁&lt;br /&gt;不让它们逃走&lt;br /&gt;从我的记忆里&lt;br /&gt;哪怕是一秒钟&lt;br /&gt;我都不会允许&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的动作表情&lt;br /&gt;是如此的可爱&lt;br /&gt;我总是舍不得&lt;br /&gt;把我眼看别处&lt;br /&gt;能与你做朋友&lt;br /&gt;我感到很幸运&lt;br /&gt;也感到很开心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的一切一切&lt;br /&gt;是那么的迷人&lt;br /&gt;总是让我的心&lt;br /&gt;以异常的速度&lt;br /&gt;快速地跳动着&lt;br /&gt;而我的脸上则&lt;br /&gt;特别红和赤热&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;BlueSKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I personally thinks he has rhyming problems, but who am I to judge him? If I were him, I'll be complete speechless. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess his real identity is pretty much obvious already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;byeworld ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5356806302661060913?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5356806302661060913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5356806302661060913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-songs-dont-make-sense-at-all.html' title='new songs don&apos;t make sense at all'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3258336415208938151</id><published>2011-06-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:03:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i live in teekay two</title><content type='html'>Ignore my title.&lt;br /&gt;So as usual these are my results. Not really satisfying especially for PJK, BC, PSV and KHB. Could've done better if I don't sleep that much during the exam... Gosh. BC was hell, never expect to get 74 like really, what the fork. PJK... damn it. I changed my correct answers to the wrong ones so yeah... I changed 2 questions and now I end up getting 75. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM-67&lt;br /&gt;BI-83&lt;br /&gt;BC-74&lt;br /&gt;SEJ-63&lt;br /&gt;GEO-85&lt;br /&gt;KHB-73&lt;br /&gt;PSK-84&lt;br /&gt;PM-80&lt;br /&gt;SC-86&lt;br /&gt;MT-91&lt;br /&gt;PSV-75&lt;br /&gt;PJK-75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3258336415208938151?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3258336415208938151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3258336415208938151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-live-in-teekay-two.html' title='i live in teekay two'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7588508573424161297</id><published>2011-06-12T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:25:30.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mangoesteens x strawberries</title><content type='html'>Ignore my post title, it doesn't make sense, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... holidays sucked, never expected it to be fun anyways. I had headache for two out of these boring thirteen days. Luckily I had my dear and MapleStory to keep me company or else I'd.. really rot. Holiday homeworks are still sitting in my bag, I even left my composition exercise book in Puchong, not planning to do any of the "cuti terANCAMs" anyway, I'm going to spam MS tomorrow. At most Miss Yap will just... chop me. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering these days, what are holidays for? Easy, to free us from stress and annoying works.&lt;br /&gt;Then what about holiday homeworks? I thought we're supposed to be relaxing during our holidays? Why the fork are they giving us homeworks? They can just, get their hands off the&amp;nbsp;photostat machine, it ain't hard work to be done, but they failed to do so. We ain't asking for much, just no holiday homeworks, a little bit more of holiday enjoyment, simple as that. You know what? I'd rather stare at the ceiling for hours than writing on that shit piece of dung work. Get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that none of the students nowadays are having their ambition to become a teacher? You can't blame us, it's you dumb teachers without brains who lead us to this decision. I'd rather be cleaning the street in the future than becoming a pathetic sad being like you, stucked in the school looking into your future with no hopes. 书中自有黄金屋? Then where's your golden house? Eaten by books? If you have one, you probably got it by either bribing or robbing a bank. Sad life you have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even wasting my time describing you annoying old fks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7588508573424161297?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7588508573424161297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7588508573424161297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/06/mangoesteens-x-strawberries.html' title='mangoesteens x strawberries'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4588064207075498545</id><published>2011-06-07T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:02:03.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what</title><content type='html'>Because if you highlight my entire blog, you can see snow.&lt;br /&gt;My header doesn't fade, it's just the snow, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey! So I'm here to blog about... any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;What about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me? Gotten fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IsW02seKrR0/Te29qfZXXXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wTHsIyIa63A/s1600/DSC02214_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IsW02seKrR0/Te29qfZXXXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wTHsIyIa63A/s320/DSC02214_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let pictures do the work, aids of words not needed ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6TakpBtdaQ/Te27EbX0JLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zFHeAqWIk7c/s1600/DSC02185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6TakpBtdaQ/Te27EbX0JLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zFHeAqWIk7c/s320/DSC02185.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Looks great uh? Well just my personal opinion here, it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;fluorescent&amp;nbsp;light shouldn't even appear, and the design is really weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who am I to talk about other's house LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so byeworld ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6977018570638992226-4588064207075498545?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4588064207075498545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4588064207075498545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-what.html' title='you know what'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IsW02seKrR0/Te29qfZXXXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wTHsIyIa63A/s72-c/DSC02214_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6755088846662032367</id><published>2011-06-06T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:26:22.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>Like a fatal shot;&lt;br /&gt;heartbeats don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6755088846662032367?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6755088846662032367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6755088846662032367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/06/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8989291656337789973</id><published>2011-05-28T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:26:30.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>Oh well, holidays are here, for some particular reason I don't really like holidays, for they were never interesting for me. Hmm I guess I'll be rotting at home then =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam? This one was a terrible one I would say, everything was actually quite satisfying until I got back my history paper. I got 62, not even a B. I'm guessing Thana will be chasing me around the school after she check our overall results for history, my god. Maths too, I'm not really satisfied with my result, I'll just hope I can score better for English and Seni since I'm only confident for that two subjects, and mostly not to fail PJK. Hope for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to relax, find some online games, get my holidays well occupied with computer stuff, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;What about a new blog layout? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8989291656337789973?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8989291656337789973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8989291656337789973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1196263465796219434</id><published>2011-05-21T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:24:56.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second tragedy of the year</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know, we have a total of four exams in a year, and I personally take all of them as tragedies, so the current one is the second one. I didn't put as much of effort as I did on the first tragedy, plus for the past three days I've been suffering from headache, yup three days in a row. Can things be anymore worse than that? Especially for maths, I can't even concentrate or calculate. I kept hitting my head, harder and harder, I felt so numb. The paper was okay, but I made a lot of careless mistakes. Not blaming anyone for that, I really understand the entire maths paper but I can still make mistakes. I triple-checked my paper and I can still make a mistake like 256+144=300. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for BM, it was more of another tragedy. The paper was extremely hard, brain abuse I would say. I don't care already, fail or pass, leave it to god. Sigh, I tried to recall what was I even thinking during the exam, I got nothing. BC was okay, the only paper I feel confident and satisfying for it. English was hell, it's not hard actually, it's just that I done my essay without grammars. I was so sleepy and as I said I was having headache, sitting for exam in such condition is like, you know, trying to fly without wings. So out of so many English exams I would say this is the WORST English essay I've ever wrote. I hope, at least 20 marks will do? Compare that piece of dung with my blog, I can say if I hand in my blog post to her I can get 10x higher marks than I can get for that dung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am merely too bored. Can life be anymore suckish than this? I like it like this, write before thinking. I rarely have the mood to spam my blog like exactly what I'm doing now, I still have a whole stack of books to study, but what to do? It's not that I like to burn the candle at both ends, but if I revise too early before exam, I could barely remember something when exam is here. I don't have a brain or memorizing ability like every of you do, I ain't trying to seek trouble for myself, I just can't... freaking memorize the text. I like it when someone sits beside me and guide me on what to do, what to study, and explain the text for me, like what my dad just did yesterday. I didn't know my dad is a living Einstein, he actually explained the whole KHB chapter: Elektronik, Elektrik and Kerja Paip for me, without referring to the textbook. He's more god than that so called 'God' of you people. So if you think heaven is a happier place to live in, why don't you just suicide? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad, he really helped me a lot. He's the best.dad.EVER I TELL YOUUUU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, end of my spamming session, though I still have a whole China of shit waiting to be spammed, I really have to start my revision now. Thanks for reading, you don't want me to continue do you...&lt;br /&gt;Even myself is too lazy to double check my post like what I used to do after blogging. So, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to miss this ;)&lt;br /&gt;byeworld!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1196263465796219434?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1196263465796219434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1196263465796219434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/second-tragedy-of-year.html' title='second tragedy of the year'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4781255614967392723</id><published>2011-05-10T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:01:58.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My current life in 90 questions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What was the highlight of your week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend marathon sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Whose car were you in last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When is the next time you will kiss someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How long is your hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Are you good looking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Last movie you watched?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some movie to do with zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Who were you with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh? Grandma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Last thing you ate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Last thing you drank?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Try me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Who came over last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Are you happy right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What did you say last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT GONNA SLEEP, GRANDMA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Where is your phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What color are your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Are you left-handed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Spell your name without vowels:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwtngw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Do you have any pets?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my precious ninja dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Favorite Vacation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. What do you dislike currently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. What are you listening to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTC Sensation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What is your favorite scent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His scent :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Who makes you happiest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Steps. Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. When is your birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5.1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Who has the same phone as you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millenniums ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Do you read your horoscope?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah when I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Where was the last place you bought something?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Do you bite your nails?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Do you have any expensive jewelery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Do you have any expensive jewelery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Myspace or facebook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. How fast have you driven a car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I even drive?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Have you ever smoked?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. What was or is your favorite subject in school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, since like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Do you have Verizon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. What type of boy or girl do you usually fall for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall for people easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Favorite Song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Do you like to sing at all?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, especially in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Dream Job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Where does most of your family live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly in Selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty fifty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss mommy, dear bed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Do you drink?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Know any other languages?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin, Cantonese, Pork Language, Hakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Ever write a coded message?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Have you ever been IN a wedding?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. Do you have any children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Did you take a nap today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not planning to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Who has the same birthday as you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Ever met anyone famous before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Any Pet Peeves?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Are you multitasking right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Do you like Britany Spears?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britany? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. What is your least favorite chore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to do with washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. Last place you drove your car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have toy cars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Ever been out of the country?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Where were you born?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. Could you handle being in the military?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. What is your average cell phone bill?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around RM30/month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly I'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;69. When was the last time you laughed REALLY hard?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71. Are your toes always painted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but sometimes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. How many piercings do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. What are you doing today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study but I'm mad tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75. When is the last time you updated your page?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog uh yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Do you like rollercoasters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never played before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Have you ever been to disneyland or world?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Teen Titans, hahaha. Raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. Last thing you cooked?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi Kari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. How's the weather?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-U-C-K-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. Do you e-mail?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. What's the stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. Last time you were sick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. What states have you lived in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here likely forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. Do you wish you could move?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Do you take all the QuizPox.com quizzes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. What is your dream car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really interested to cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. Have you ever wanted someone you cant have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. If you could be anywhere right now where would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aircond room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Are you happy with your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4781255614967392723?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4781255614967392723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4781255614967392723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2825091921817687952</id><published>2011-05-09T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:10:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehehe. Blogging once in a while seems to be a good idea, so that I wont get bored of it easily. But it's bad to leave it dead here, uh? And I remember how often I used to blog last time, like twice a day. Hmm, so here's the effort!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weather today, I guess I can save up my words uh. Feeling of stucking in the oven, SO-HOT-OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just received a letter from A Hebat Tuition Centre, I have no idea whether I'm wished, or are they trying to convince me to attend tuition classes. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Plus I'm having headache now, bad time... sweating real bad too. When I burp I can feel the gas of Panadol, wooots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have so much to say, where should I start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.5.2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sistas celebrated my birthday earlier for me, since its momma's day on the exact date. We had our lunch @Kissaten, photos will do the rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2bMcjJYWOU/Tcfyegedk9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/vcTVx2wJ8fU/s1600/DSC01997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2bMcjJYWOU/Tcfyegedk9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/vcTVx2wJ8fU/s200/DSC01997.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awwh, you don't know I captured do you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6J7wjPykCPY/TcfzVgSqGVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TV-g53WhdDo/s1600/DSC02001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6J7wjPykCPY/TcfzVgSqGVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TV-g53WhdDo/s200/DSC02001.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Lemon Soda! Tastes just nice. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReOi4qdvo2M/Tcfz2ifUhYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/euqhaQfRPa8/s1600/DSC02011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReOi4qdvo2M/Tcfz2ifUhYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/euqhaQfRPa8/s200/DSC02011.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mua huge serving of food. It tastes good too, I love the taste of the rice. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RS2VWXBBRzI/Tcf0Wp2LNMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xFlwxOO9ZVU/s1600/DSC02012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RS2VWXBBRzI/Tcf0Wp2LNMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xFlwxOO9ZVU/s200/DSC02012.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Carrelyn Chow! Whatchadoin :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, when stories come after photos they're all gonna be boring. So after our meal we went on the boutique search, Ling got a skirt and PeiYi got a top. They look soooo gorgeous which I can never be. Haha, then we went My Honeymoon for hi-tea. Fongyi and Peiyi went home earlier due to transport problem, I'm the next to leave. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks darlings! Love y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8.5.2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got up at 12pm, I feel happy, but uncomfy. Well, its just my lifetime monthly subscription, I was forced to sign it, as a female. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated momma's day @theCurve, Dragon-I uhh whatever. The weather was scorching hot, I stood in front of the aircond so.. Sorry :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now for photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMhiQt1Onf0/Tcf4KgZcVTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4W4k1SgHqsM/s1600/DSC02019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMhiQt1Onf0/Tcf4KgZcVTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4W4k1SgHqsM/s200/DSC02019.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Juicy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22-w5ffVer8/Tcf4eFJK14I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VAJeWaZ4Sw4/s1600/DSC02022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22-w5ffVer8/Tcf4eFJK14I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VAJeWaZ4Sw4/s200/DSC02022.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what is this called! *chews dried chilli*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPE-Ti-ENQ/Tcf5UhdBHjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5lY09Aia0BU/s1600/DSC02023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPE-Ti-ENQ/Tcf5UhdBHjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5lY09Aia0BU/s200/DSC02023.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My bowl of La-Mian. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFKmECAZQ8c/Tcf5qU2qMUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yWHXgZ2f7S0/s1600/DSC02024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFKmECAZQ8c/Tcf5qU2qMUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yWHXgZ2f7S0/s200/DSC02024.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fried tofu. I love this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CNDhZ3hOl0/Tcf6LGwWd9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0bevKJSf4rw/s1600/DSC02025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CNDhZ3hOl0/Tcf6LGwWd9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0bevKJSf4rw/s200/DSC02025.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uh some chicken chop with sesame on it. Taste great too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, my personal favourite! My uncle brought me to a restaurant, they serve fruit cocktails and teas. I loved it sooo much! Thanks uncle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P51oNfmDfQg/Tcf61ILeUzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QJOgQj9hEAo/s1600/DSC02027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P51oNfmDfQg/Tcf61ILeUzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QJOgQj9hEAo/s200/DSC02027.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Winter Warmers ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's my iced strawberry fruit tea, with small apple cubes floating on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oibslQRxDn4/Tcf7RRWgQsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/W0BZskt8C98/s1600/DSC02028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oibslQRxDn4/Tcf7RRWgQsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/W0BZskt8C98/s200/DSC02028.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fruit Passion, Strawberry and Orange iced fruit teas! =)&lt;/div&gt;That was the best tea ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, for the wishes and efforts. That was the best birthday ever! Though I didn't receive any presents or cakes xD Honestly, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles, byeworld =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2825091921817687952?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2825091921817687952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2825091921817687952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2bMcjJYWOU/Tcfyegedk9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/vcTVx2wJ8fU/s72-c/DSC01997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4311436608678166172</id><published>2011-05-04T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:14:14.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the saltwater room</title><content type='html'>by Owl City aka Adam Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light&lt;br /&gt;Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the stars that aren’t there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold&lt;br /&gt;so like an introvert, I drew my over shirt&lt;br /&gt;Around my arms and began to shiver violently, before&lt;br /&gt;You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me&lt;br /&gt;Running into the dark underground&lt;br /&gt;All the subways around create a great sound&lt;br /&gt;To my motion fatigue: farewell&lt;br /&gt;With your ear to a seashell&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the waves in underwater caves&lt;br /&gt;As if you actually were inside a saltwater room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;We need time, only time&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that the crew has gone and they wouldn’t let me sign on&lt;br /&gt;All my islands have sunk in the deep, and I can hardly relax or even oversleep&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I were home, some nights, when we kill count all the shiplights&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll never know why sparrows love the snow&lt;br /&gt;We’ll turn out all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;Only time, only time&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4311436608678166172?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4311436608678166172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4311436608678166172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/saltwater-room.html' title='the saltwater room'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5178943829953296631</id><published>2011-05-02T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:02:56.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maplestory</title><content type='html'>So I'm back to MS again, and lost the interest after several hours as usual. I haven't been turning its BGM on for like, years already. I turned it on just now, to kill the morning silence. I see the old me walking around in Ellinia... A level 8 magician who pumps STR walking with a pole arm, hitting slimes with basic attack, then a guy comes and teach me how to use magic bolt. Ahh, drenched in reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;I even took a taxi to Sleepywood and stucked in there for a week!&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha. I miss the old wedding system. There were cherry blossom trees all around the map. Instead of having an ugly priest, Yue Lao was there! Amoria sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the game has became so complicating compared to last time, like 4 years ago. The client used to be 200MB, now its 2GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find it fun in the game anymore, I know too much already. The fastest way to level up a beginner, the shortcuts to another continent, the procedure to finish quests, the trick to do jump quests... Ahaha! I'm a jump quest queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have so many buddies, now they're all gone. I left 3m in my inventory, what can I do with it? I can't farm anymore since they fixed the price of some high-level equipments. Hmm, I was never a rich mapler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, MS is really a wonderful game if you are still dumb and know nothing, you just might find yourself lost in the maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Cabal...&lt;br /&gt;Skill rank wasn't capped, which means punching still exists for that time I joined the game o_O&lt;br /&gt;No weak dungeons, only spam quests to level up. A loooooot of trainings too of course..&lt;br /&gt;Again my stats are screwed real badly, that happens to all my first characters in ANY game.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about Cabal, another boring 3D game that makes no sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats all o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;DADDY GIVE ME BACK MY NFSU!!!!!!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5178943829953296631?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5178943829953296631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5178943829953296631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/maplestory.html' title='maplestory'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6591176432591079619</id><published>2011-05-01T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:44:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of may</title><content type='html'>Yeah, finally its May! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Though there's only one public holiday in May but who cares, I just love this month very much ;) not because of my birthday but I personally like the number '5' and this month makes me feel somewhat warm.&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up at 12, nothing special about it uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the past two weeks, I haven't been blogging due to my laziness, plus I don't even feel like touching the computer. Imagine when you're lagging so badly that even Google doesn't work properly for you, feeling of FML. I don't know how many times I've been repeating this already but you don't want me to repeat don't you.&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, practically nobody was focusing in class. Once in a millennium our school finally get to host MSSD but none of us we're allowed to watch the matches. They just don't understand, the more they try to stop us, the worse the ponteng rate gets. Sigh, so now its over, no more basketball matches and it feels so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for mid term exam...&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly say I ACTUALLY STUDIED, like few points of chapter 1. FML. Exam includes whole form 2 and few chapters of form 3 syllabus for history, which is considered quite okay compared with other subjects, except for its SEJARAH, it kills even by its name, haha. This upcoming mid term is going to be hell, for I'm not prepared at all. 2.5weeks more, I shall start studying uh? Instead of complaining here. I know PMR is like piece of cake, easy as eh bee cee, compared with SPM or STPM whatever. What matters is I just hate studying, dare not to force me! But I'm chosen for some noob program of my school so I've no choice but try to score as many As as I can, but &lt;strike&gt;semua&lt;/strike&gt; A I think its kinda impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for exam, tomorrow is Labour Day! Holiday on Monday is like principal falling from school roof, beautiful dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the upcoming election is also a wooooooh, screw that&amp;nbsp;education&amp;nbsp;minister real hard ;) I want PPSMI back you &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;. Sigh, I wish I was borned 1 year earlier.. Less problem less trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... last week was his birthday =D&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6591176432591079619?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6591176432591079619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6591176432591079619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-day-of-may.html' title='first day of may'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1289716308307907745</id><published>2011-04-14T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:35:03.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-em-gee</title><content type='html'>I roughly read through my old posts and I was like oh-em-gee, I actually had a very bad grammar. Apparently, short forms, game language and whatsoever ruined it real bad. I thought of deleting all the really old posts but then... that's not the point of blogging. So... never mind then, no one will be that free to read all of them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for twinnie's birthday celebration at Seoul Garden @ IOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooling part is blah. I brought my cellphone along, so whenever I see Miss Yap walking around I get a mild heart attack. Especially when its in my pocket, its obviously a phone when I don't cover it with my notes. Plus I'm fat, I don't have much space to fit in a freaking cellphone in my pocket. So its more of suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school we took bus to IOI. Before that Chi Yan gave them a pair of really nice rings, costly ones, as birthday presents. Jealoussss to the maxxxxx. Who to blame? This proves that good-looking people always have priority =P&lt;br /&gt;We took some photos in the bus, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time going for shopping in school uniform. It was weird, that every eye in my range of sight is looking at us. We quickly went to change our clothes, and of course, camwhore in the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;Then Seoul Garden! Student card, money fly, food. Payyee planned to buy a cake for twins and for Fongyi's belated birthday, so we secretly went off to Secret Recipe. The journey to there was really, I don't know what to say. From beginning of new wing to end of old wing. So yeah, sweating like hell and the best part was me carrying the 6 pieces of cake of different flavour, suffering the cake-falling-on-floor phobia. It was really stressing you know... when RM40++ worth of Secret Recipe cakes is in your hands -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleh, so we finally reached Seoul Garden. We asked the manager if we they can keep the cake for just a while, and he joked to us, saying that foods from outside are not allowed, commission needed if we want to do so -.- And guess what was the commission he was asking for? HALF OF THE CAKE. LOL The feeling of FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager was so awwwwhhhh sweet and fooled us real bad. Sweet for he played a birthday song for the birthday girls. Thank god they didn't suspect anything, Payyee's excuse for her button came off was superb. Seconds before that we were cracking brain for a perfect excuse xD. And tadaaa we bring in the cake for them. Hope the 3 of you liked it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I skip the eating part? For Hoyan snapped a lot of ugly photos of us -.-&lt;br /&gt;Proven she's the queen of curi tangkap. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we left for shopping, duh. Ling bought shades, and eyeliner. I bought 3 pair of earrings...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Payyee bought a birthday card for her friend and Fongyi bought a diary, after a series of consideration LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays I'm tired, I spammed a lot, huh?&lt;br /&gt;People, or even myself, wont bother reading it. Phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my birthday can be that fun, lol. I better stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1289716308307907745?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1289716308307907745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1289716308307907745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-em-gee.html' title='oh-em-gee'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4191315991536326728</id><published>2011-04-11T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:22:08.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>My my its been 1 week already, I really have no intentions of blogging but since i personally think its abandoned for a week (which is very long for me, you know...) so here I am =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was... uhh I don't know. Skip the teacher and principal's speech. Crazy scientist from 5SC1 were hilarious! I like the dry ice and OBVIOUSLY part. I managed to not fall asleep during assembly because my eyelids are somewhat heavy. Yeahh I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to skip school but since they're having photo shooting session today.. oh fine.&lt;br /&gt;I looked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;AJKs have to sit in the front row so yeah -.-&lt;br /&gt;As for the freestyle pose, I simply holded wensan and peyling in arms, while ling was aiming at peyli and hoyan made me bunny ears. Awesome xD I bet I looked like pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called myself a pork chop, followed by hoyan calling all of us pork chops.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST LOVEEEE IT xD Though all of you know it only suits me. Bely proud of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo photo was yaaaaaaaaaay hahaha epic.&lt;br /&gt;Got to stand beside him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightyy time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the celebration for twinnies tomorrow. Happy birthday sweeties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4191315991536326728?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4191315991536326728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4191315991536326728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8567828406189490179</id><published>2011-04-01T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:03:24.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abc</title><content type='html'>I want a freaking ring now and freaking engrave his name on it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeworld.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8567828406189490179?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8567828406189490179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8567828406189490179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/04/abc.html' title='abc'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8130049972981820577</id><published>2011-03-27T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:25:40.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberriie number twooo</title><content type='html'>Alright, dad went away. Since I'm too bored I decide to make a second post. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeworks are right in front of me but I've no intentions of touching them, at least it is, for the following 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;I should start student-dying for the upcoming midterm exam, eh? Yeah. But I'm blogging and staring at the ceiling &amp;nbsp;instead. I don't know what am I up to. A slap for me, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just might fail my history paper. I personally think it's hard, but people are thinking the other way round... They say they didn't touch their books but they get an A. They say they are failing their papers but they get 90. Quit fooling me, I don't die for scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study hard, If I don't get into science stream, I'll jump off a building. Plus, students in my batch are nearly gods. Make a small mistake, and I'm finished. I love science and mathematics &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THAT MUCH. &lt;/span&gt;I aim for at least 7As. Pray and study hard, for the betterment of my future HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if its in English or &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Bahasa Pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. I'll still take science stream if I can... Best if its in English of course. I wish they never repealed PPSMI... What's wrong with their monkey pork-ish brains -_-&lt;br /&gt;I get pissed whenever this comes up in my mind. Bely sorwee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity 2012 batch of standard ones and form ones...&lt;br /&gt;I feel shameful to live in this hopeless country. They regress instead of progressing. What a joke, LOL&lt;br /&gt;At least I think its funny =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightyyy, I spammed too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8130049972981820577?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8130049972981820577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8130049972981820577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/strawberriie-number-twooo.html' title='strawberriie number twooo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7783866623093527540</id><published>2011-03-27T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:49:15.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberriie</title><content type='html'>Haha, again the title has nothing related to my post, just to make it look not too empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been craving for fruits since yesterday. Mum bought me my favourite, which is BANANA, and pineapple. I asked for strawberries, grapes and kiwis, but they're too expensive. She bought me a carton of milk instead. She made me speechless, really, 'cause I love milk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was very boring. The past entire week was also boring. Well except for Wednesday and Thursday, I had muchie fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my bro's essay, it was awesome. I read mine again, it has nothing to compare with his essay. I feel noob, very noob... I'm only making less grammar mistakes than him, so what? I'm lacking vocabularies and contents, this explains why is my mind always blank. LOL fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the reason why my blog has less readers, they are all sick of my grammar mistakes! Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, very obviously you see, my English is getting worse, not improving at all...&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jailbreaking makes life better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't literally mean escaping from the jail, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bigggg fan of Cut the Rope =), Valentines Box is awesome. Cosmic Box sucks to the very max. Waiting for more new levels =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offline/iPhone/iPad games has became an essential part of my life already, due to my internet speed is really slow. Do not trust DiGi's broadband commercial, it bites... I spend my weekends by spamming online games and downloading offline games. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is looting my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely................ power of offline games -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7783866623093527540?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7783866623093527540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7783866623093527540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/strawberriie.html' title='strawberriie'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2709064135840921865</id><published>2011-03-24T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:20:46.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointing results</title><content type='html'>Holy shiat. My results are here, utter mayhem. Totally fucked up. Well I've no idea why am I so pissed now, I actually mind my results being so shitty, and yeah for the first time I'm worried about my results. I throw in efforts but I never get paid in return. Some papers are easy, some are hell. Did the teachers just had shit for their breakfast? They think they're good when they're actually not. Why are the papers so hard? Actually they're not hard, but dumb. Multiple choices of acceptable answers, why don't you just bring along your family and jump off a cliff? You save a whole form of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my shitty results. Just listing them out as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;BM - 78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;BI - 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;BC - 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;SEJ - 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;GEO - 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;KHB - 74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;SC - 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;MT - 98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;P.Moral - 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;P.Seni - 62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;PJPK - 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great.&lt;br /&gt;Be slightly clever a bit to read.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH ROFLMAOMFGZBBQ I LOVE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PPSMI&lt;/span&gt; SO SO SO SO MUCH. Screw you government =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Very very happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, am I making the right decision? Am I doing the right thing? Am I causing trouble for myself? Am I too young for certain things? Am I too naive?&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, am I making terrible grammar mistakes? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;I live under question marks. My mind is full of them, kinda suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't make koko on Saturdays, or I won't attend any of them :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm vely happie. Vely vely happieeee.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2709064135840921865?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2709064135840921865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2709064135840921865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointing-results.html' title='disappointing results'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4493252539082796468</id><published>2011-03-17T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:15:10.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close open close</title><content type='html'>For the 9999999999th time I opened my browser, I'm finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is boring. Why? I'm not famous.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is boring. Why? No updates.&lt;br /&gt;Sina Weibo is boring. Why? Contents are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapleStory is boring. Why? Lonely in it.&lt;br /&gt;Steps is boring. Why? People call me a hacker.&lt;br /&gt;Cabal is boring. Why? Repeating the same dungeon over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I miss you when you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I want to kiss you when you're by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know I'm always too shy to do something.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how hurt I am when you only greet me a simple goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know topics are dying as you don't give a damn to it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why I act crazy when I actually don't.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the person that always appears in my dreams is you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how deeply I'm attracted to you at the first sight.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're the only reason why my messenger is on.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how attractive yourself is.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know you're my motivation to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know I'm always waiting for your message.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how weak I am when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why I never agreed to move away.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Ish, Sorwee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4493252539082796468?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4493252539082796468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4493252539082796468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/close-open-close.html' title='close open close'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8074329372084859923</id><published>2011-03-16T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:25:32.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ding ding dang</title><content type='html'>Hello readers, if&amp;nbsp;there's any =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored again, enjoying my tin of Anglia Shandy. I'm kinda shivering, somehow my room is chilling today, or am I getting sick again? Brrrzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;So I just sumed up the total amount of my angpau money, the number really shocked me, and YAY :D LOL I know I'm funny for opening angpaus like a month or more after Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;And noooooooooooo its Wednesday already, what the fork? Just great, I'm stucked at home and will still stuck here until holiday ends. I'll just keep my blog updated eventhough I have completely nothing to blog about (I wonder how many times I've repeated this sentence -_-). Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think positively yeaaaa,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky for I'll be experiencing &lt;strike&gt;natural &lt;/strike&gt;disasters later since Malaysia is such a strategic land. WHAT NATURAL DISASTER? Humans deserved it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say earthquakes are natural disasters? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Basically its a natural phenomena, every scientists and architechs should have know that, but why are they building a freaking city on the Earth's plate boundaries? California is a very good example. When earthquake comes, they complain. As for the cities built in other areas that are away from plates,&amp;nbsp;did any of&amp;nbsp;you ever heard of yurts crashing on humans? LOL. Its buildings that crashes on humans, and cause death. So natural disaster oh... Did the world started with buildings? No. Who to blame? Humans. &lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say tsunamis are natural disasters? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Who asked humans to build houses at seasides? I know, so beautiful I know... Humans rather die living at the seaside to show how rich they are living in a freaking bungalow there, and they die first. Then complain, then rich people organize fund raisings to show how KIND they are. Loooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, after an earthquake at certain areas, they clear up and start&amp;nbsp;planning on rebuilding the city. LMAO LA LOOOOOOOL..&lt;br /&gt;They know there will be earthquakes again in the future, they build another city to crash on themselves HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglia tastes good. Humans are funny. They deserve to be crashed by buildings. Am I wrong? I don't mind living in tents, what do you think? Especially those rich arses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loveeeee blogging about how funny human beings are and how pathetic my life is for living in this fucked up century. Eh, fucked up country too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan nuclear leakage and earthquake, that freaking club is gonna organize projects again. Haih -.-&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I criticize a lot lol. Humans just deserved to die. Before flaming me, think properly of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld. Stay strong Japan! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8074329372084859923?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8074329372084859923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8074329372084859923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/ding-ding-dang.html' title='ding ding dang'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3695103585727543999</id><published>2011-03-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:41:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storytimeee</title><content type='html'>When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byewo-AHCHOO&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3695103585727543999?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3695103585727543999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3695103585727543999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/storytimeee.html' title='storytimeee'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-773859680228138201</id><published>2011-03-12T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:13:35.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own happy family</title><content type='html'>Kickass matter, I'm such a good daughter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I can't endure no more.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking shouted back at my parents, and got slapped&amp;nbsp;FOUR times by mum. Yeah, that's the only thing she can do when she's losing in an arguement -_-&lt;br /&gt;Dad was more understanding and reasonable, unlike her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, you're old, and getting bitchier and bitchier. Makin old makin bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I respect you as my mum, I know your best friend is here, I won't try to mess up with you. But I have my limits. So nice of you, hitting me like sandbag. Fuyoh, I want to go IOI myself also cannot. Fine la, I'll just stay at home. But why are you fucking slapping me? Don't make me call you a bitch cz I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky and pathetic at the same time. I have caring parents, over caring ones.&lt;br /&gt;Make me pissed again, and you'll know what I'm gonna do once I reach 18.&lt;br /&gt;I know, now you have the power to shout whenver you want, I don't mind. I know I shouldn't behave like this to you. Eh? I was just keeping quiet. I talk back for a reason. You keep saying that you're my guardian, ya fine. Then once I reach 18, you better fucking stop controlling my life. Thank you for being concerned for me, but don't go overboard, arigato -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fair, you don't care about my feelings, I will do the same thing&amp;nbsp;back on&amp;nbsp;you. It's not that I'm not respecting you, but something's really clogging your mind. Fucking clogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-773859680228138201?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/773859680228138201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/773859680228138201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-own-happy-family.html' title='my own happy family'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3922757913160846660</id><published>2011-03-11T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:55:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>First exam is over, 3 months of freedom =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm living the most boring life ever.&lt;br /&gt;My daily routine is almost the same for everyday, until I have nothing to blog about right now. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UniFi =(&lt;br /&gt;I want you soooo much, I can't stand to live with this awful DiGi Broadband anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's so slow that even Google mainpage also wouldn't load properly. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing the patience already, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3922757913160846660?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3922757913160846660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3922757913160846660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-exam-is-over-3-months-of-freedom.html' title='finally'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7041134627947968319</id><published>2011-03-08T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:33:24.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate books</title><content type='html'>Books are evil. &lt;br /&gt;As what I've told earlier in my previous post, blogging mood comes whenever exam is near, without fail. I'm here to prove it. And why am I here? To show the addiction of myself to blogger. Sincerely, tengwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, none of the contents I've studied actually found a place to stay in my brain. Yes, I have no space for crap texts. Instead, I have a whole universe of space for my wild and wide imaginations. My mind doesn't rest at all, even when I'm sleeping, I dream. Holy shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of this since this afternoon, instead of studying for my favourite screwy subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realized that, I don't want the world to end so early.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after reading &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://memory-jessey96.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yuxin's blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole shitload of undone goals, wishes&amp;nbsp;or whatsoever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;I want freedom, which I can never have it before 18.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear wedding dress, even if I might look terrible in it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to study computer programming.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lie down at the beach, count stars until I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And much more, you don't want me to continue do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize, everybody has a dream in themselves. A wish, or maybe a task to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;People live and die, so whats the point of living?&lt;br /&gt;To make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;We only live one life, perhaps that is why you always see me laughing like sakai -_-&lt;br /&gt;Do anything of your desire, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, smile for everything you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've bullcrapped quite a little bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blur, its 1.28am now. And I have &lt;strong&gt;freaking 6 more chapters&lt;/strong&gt; to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;I like to go a big round about. I wrote all this because I feel loved by people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wish to die yet. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld, &lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7041134627947968319?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7041134627947968319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7041134627947968319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-hate-books.html' title='i hate books'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-773134842526883156</id><published>2011-03-05T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:10:11.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one two three</title><content type='html'>This post has nothing related to the title, just simply putting something there so it doesn't look too empty..&lt;br /&gt;Blogging mood comes whenever exam is near, yes, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;So far I only finished studying science and few chapters for history, I guess I won't survive for long. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, thanks for the geo reference book my dear =)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study tomorrow. Blogging mood is fading.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to my lovely bed, sleeping is good.. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-773134842526883156?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/773134842526883156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/773134842526883156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-two-three.html' title='one two three'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1194018804507629211</id><published>2011-02-28T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:51:48.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Awesome lyrics awesome song,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel sad for this zombie =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, baby, but I've seen you around. &lt;br /&gt;It might be kind of crazy, but I'm just new in town. &lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder what you'd think if I said, hey look &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get your number and a link to your Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;Now if I tell you what a nice guy's supposed to &lt;br /&gt;Would that compel you not to scream when I approach you? &lt;br /&gt;You'll have to promise me you'll take this news calmly, &lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I'm sort of a zombie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd be surprised. You can bet that I &lt;br /&gt;May not be alive, but I sure as hell ain't dead inside. &lt;br /&gt;What's with the shotty? I ain't wishing you harm. &lt;br /&gt;You see, I'd try to hold your hand but I'm missing an arm. &lt;br /&gt;Brains are all I've eaten all week it's true, &lt;br /&gt;But if my heart were still beating, it would beat for you. &lt;br /&gt;So let me take you to Wendy's. You deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby. Ain't nobody perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll chase you through the yard and all through the house into the dark. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna steal your heart and eat your brains. &lt;br /&gt;I've never been so true, but if my heart were still beating, it would beat for you. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna steal your heart and eat your brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes I bite, and you can bet &lt;br /&gt;That I've got an appetite for human flesh. &lt;br /&gt;I'll always be near though. You'll have to accept that &lt;br /&gt;When I nibble on your earlobe you might get infected. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I fell in love with you and I'm undead but you make me feel alive. &lt;br /&gt;And when I chase you through the graveyard &lt;br /&gt;It feels like foreplay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lying I'm dying, and I speak truly &lt;br /&gt;When I say I love your mind. I'll take brains over beauty. &lt;br /&gt;We'll be the undead Dagwood and Blondie &lt;br /&gt;When I teach you how to zombie, teach you, teach you how to zombie. &lt;br /&gt;And everybody will love you, and you can sing along &lt;br /&gt;to this post-apocalyptic, postmortem love song. &lt;br /&gt;So give me a chance,girl. You know I'll be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby. Ain't nobody perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll chase you through the yard and all through the house into the dark. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna steal your heart and eat your brains. &lt;br /&gt;I've never been so true, but if my heart were still beating, it would beat for you. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna steal your heart and eat your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. &lt;br /&gt;Brains. Brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll chase you through the yard and all through the house into the dark. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna steal your heart and eat your brains. &lt;br /&gt;I've never been so true, but if my heart were still beating, it would beat for you. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna steal your heart and eat your brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1194018804507629211?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1194018804507629211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1194018804507629211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/zombie-love-song.html' title='zombie love song'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6149606607693635086</id><published>2011-02-26T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:23:12.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>legend</title><content type='html'>In the beginning of universe,&lt;br /&gt;The first confession came out of whose mouth,&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, how did they express it?&lt;br /&gt;Did both of them understand each other's confession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the heavens open the land,&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the first pair of lovers?&lt;br /&gt;The caves and lakes, the sunrises and moon sets,&lt;br /&gt;How long they have been in love?&lt;br /&gt;If we could meet each other at that time,&lt;br /&gt;Could our love be more carefree?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe separation hasn't yet been discovered,&lt;br /&gt;To torture love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never miss any of a thousand reincarnations,&lt;br /&gt;Holding each other's hand in a thousand miles and never let go,&lt;br /&gt;At every end, we arrange a meeting,&lt;br /&gt;By opening your eyes again, you'll recognize you and me.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand reincarnations, is that enough?&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand times of drift passes, what does that count for?&lt;br /&gt;This is so vast, love is always being wasted,&lt;br /&gt;Should have left its own legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best&lt;br /&gt;To resist the invasion of time&lt;br /&gt;My continuous love for you&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I have you&lt;br /&gt;Together we write our own legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol,&lt;br /&gt;Legend, by Jade Liu &amp;amp; Yoga Lin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6149606607693635086?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6149606607693635086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6149606607693635086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/legend.html' title='legend'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3687928831149878949</id><published>2011-02-25T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T01:09:55.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lacking oxygen</title><content type='html'>Wha? Lacking oxygen? As in suffocating and sick of packed activities. I meant it literally too, I was in a living room of 9 people stealing my oxygen. Ever since both of my aunts married,&amp;nbsp;there's only 5 family members left. Excluding my uncle and&amp;nbsp;aunt, they&amp;nbsp;like their room&amp;nbsp;very much.&amp;nbsp;I'm no longer used to be in crowded rooms anymore, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to complain about packed activities and all that? You know what, I spend most of my time staying in school and sleeping. I take 5 hour naps, and 5 hour sleeps daily. Epic fail. I'm gonna die tomorrow, for not handing in my homeworks in time. That's what I always do ==, but this time if I don't complete my works in time, I'll drag in my friends to get punished. No way I'm dragging them in because of my laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, my seni work isn't done yet, didn't even touch it after so long. Choke me please -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.43am and I feel godly yet no intentions of completing any of my delayed works. I should just, die, leaving nothing behind =D I'm such a burden to everyone. Don't ever pick me as your teammate or you're gonna suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck on memorizing, that's why oral tests can kill me alive. I can memorize but not spitting all of it out. I stuck most of the time. I get 6/15 for my form 1 oral and hahaha I was like WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry man, I not yet touch my bm oral stuff. Even english works too. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, you should've killed me before I was even borned. I'm bringing people troubles instead of contributing to this world. I make people's life miserable -_-&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm not telling this for fun only.. I know my own problems yet I'm doing nothing yes nothing about it. See la, can just jump off a building only. Just simply find a place and dump me there, jimat kos, since nobody will be attending my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeha&lt;br /&gt;Teruk laaaa&lt;br /&gt;I need 48 hours a day, but not 12 hours of school. Thankyouverymarchh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3687928831149878949?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3687928831149878949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3687928831149878949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/lacking-oxygen.html' title='lacking oxygen'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8960425930830723947</id><published>2011-02-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:51:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee of boredom</title><content type='html'>There's a place down town&lt;br /&gt;With the freaks all come around&lt;br /&gt;It's a hole in the wall&lt;br /&gt;It's a dirty free for all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting boring and short lately... I know I know. My life is just simply too boring and repeating the same routine over and over again. Diary is not even needed, its like photocopying the same thing but changing its date... and that's why I don't have one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not funny. Self entertaining mah, how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday orhhhh Yanyan~ Sorry my internet isn't working properly yesterday. Put the blame on DiGi NOT MEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys had fun at Sunway lahh, oh thank god I'm blogging or I'll forget about the money again... Life savers are everywhere =)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not gonna die if I delay for one or two days. Oh, reminds me of school replacement on this Saturday. PJK and KHB class, how great. Pn. Esther is a lifeless big disaster, and old. Then of course, outdated and full of silly thinkings. Seriously, I feel sad for her. Get a life and shut up when we're having PJK, just keep quiet. I need no stupid games, we all don't need you as well -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unprepared for my oral test, just greaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make my post more formal, and I failed :D&lt;br /&gt;Emoticons are sooooo loved you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8960425930830723947?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8960425930830723947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8960425930830723947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/whee-of-boredom.html' title='whee of boredom'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2655087909369382226</id><published>2011-02-15T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:48:42.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>Kick me, hit me, slap me, slam me on the wall, punch me in the head, break my limbs, pull off my hair, bang my head on wall, walk to the kitchen, get a frying pan, bash it on me, get a knife, stab me ninety nine wtf infinity times, chop me into eighteen pieces, put some spice on me, cook me, boil soup, serve and feed dogs, dogs don't even want my meat, pour me away, let me rot, wait to be decomposed, YAY I FERTILIZED THE LAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2655087909369382226?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2655087909369382226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2655087909369382226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6811155849820945523</id><published>2011-02-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:05:06.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentines' day</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Valentines' Day peeps!&lt;br /&gt;I find today very special. Although mine was nothing much but... Yes nothing much, but it meant a lot for me. Haha, you see how easily I get satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Not sharing any details of my day. I keep it for myself wheewangwang.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO WHAT I'M STILL A ROCKSTAR&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY ROCK MOVES&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL WANT YOU TONIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;I need my daily dose of hyperness =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, thankyou =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld. happy valentines' day again :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6811155849820945523?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6811155849820945523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6811155849820945523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentines&apos; day'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8216925105000762213</id><published>2011-02-13T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:36:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely</title><content type='html'>My lovely parents. I'm&amp;nbsp;drown in a whole pool of jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;My mum, so sexy so cool. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C2hY-G2lhIw/TVfPpRF40xI/AAAAAAAAATY/uJII0GvLNn0/s320/DSC01811.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8216925105000762213?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8216925105000762213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8216925105000762213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/lovely.html' title='lovely'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C2hY-G2lhIw/TVfPpRF40xI/AAAAAAAAATY/uJII0GvLNn0/s72-c/DSC01811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1086694241760809325</id><published>2011-02-12T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:05:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is hell</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling miserable and tired lately. My grandma broke her leg in Thailand, I sprained my leg and my dad hurt his back. Now his back is aching very badly, and I guess I wont be able to go Shah Alam tonight. Another week without smooth internet, how awesome it could be. Now my life is full of trouble and tragedy, living pathetically. Seriously, can someone just take a knife and freaking stab me? And why does trouble loves my family so much? What did I do to deserve all these shits? Why can't I just live a simple life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is what we called LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Like a roller coaster ride, nah I don't care anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1086694241760809325?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1086694241760809325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1086694241760809325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/yans-house.html' title='this is hell'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5367518800968044644</id><published>2011-02-08T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:41:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyy</title><content type='html'>Modified some colours of my blog. Thanks for the feedbacks&amp;nbsp;-.-&amp;nbsp;And I found out something tricky while messing up with the codes! Templete Designer is a hopeless function, blogger is made for me to fall in love with codes. Yeah, I tried not to touch the 'Edit HTML' but I failed like, everytime. Templete Designer is such a wreck oh gosh -.- Things can't be done&amp;nbsp;by not&amp;nbsp;digging into the HTMLs LOL. So start messing with the codes! But I will not be responsible for any crashed blogs LOL blame yourself for being too clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Imma make a new header too, a more lively one. I realized my blog is such a messy plain piece of dung -.- . Posts aren't well organized, labelled and so on. I don't like labelling my posts anyways. I know I bullshit a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love codes...&lt;br /&gt;No, I love my hero =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5367518800968044644?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5367518800968044644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5367518800968044644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/heyyy.html' title='heyyy'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6723161720450214537</id><published>2011-02-06T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:26:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hometown</title><content type='html'>Woo, nobody seems to be updating their blogs, perhaps still not back from hometowns yet or died of extreme tiredness. Alright then, Imma make a post before everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days of torture in hometown. No internet, no reception, which means no 3G no computer and no fun. Not even a bicycle! I stopped riding bicycle since 6 years ago, I don't think I can still ride. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are rather cuteeeee. They were writing down&amp;nbsp;their wishes on a piece of small paper and then burn it into ashes. Yeah I joined them too, I even kept the ashes in my Eclipse box LOL. Since I wont have much chances to burn papers at home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time staring at the sky, looking at the stars.. &lt;br /&gt;They're beautiful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something bad happened on the second night. My 10 years old cousin aimed the firework at his dad and almost shot him. Luckily he dodged away, it was so close == &lt;br /&gt;Yeah then his dad kept slapping him until I can see scars on his face. Terrible kid.&lt;br /&gt;Haha thanks to him, now fireworks are forbidden on CNY. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my CNY at hometown was pretty boring, there are barely humans visiting. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6723161720450214537?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6723161720450214537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6723161720450214537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/02/hometown.html' title='hometown'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3081762900015517771</id><published>2011-01-30T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:11:42.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woolala</title><content type='html'>One week holiday, finally! I can't wait until CNY already... I want angpaus. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is getting boring year by year. It used to be fun when I was small. Red decorations everywhere and CNY songs filling up the atmosphere, so the Chinese New Year. Now its so dead, everyone is escaping, including my grandma. She will be going to Thailand for trip instead of giving out angpaus for CNY. Good way to save money huh? I wonder where did the CNY mood go, its lost since the economy crisis hit us in the face, everyone is afraid of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss my home town already, can't wait until Friday! Lalala I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have practically NOTHING to do at there, honestly I just miss the beach. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I like beaches, not bitches. I like the&amp;nbsp;sea breeze and breath taking scene there&amp;nbsp;while I'm enjoying my bowl of Ice kacang. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love life in that awesome way, as long as there's no books and exams. Which bastard invented those annoying stuffs and even made it a compulsory part of our life? Study took 1/4 of our lifetime to finish it.&amp;nbsp;Man, quit me from this sheeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple life, simple mind, simple world! Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Happy Chinese New Year, peeps. May your angpaus squeeze your pocket until it booms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3081762900015517771?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3081762900015517771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3081762900015517771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/woolala.html' title='woolala'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-924894208246271793</id><published>2011-01-27T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:25:12.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>Another line of lyric, stolen by me.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime We Touch by Cascada, again, ikr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if you get what I mean.. its the title of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed in school until 4pm for koko. Actually I was just sitting at basketball court talking with friends. I swear I'll never wear long pants for koko anymore ==' But mosquitoes seems to love me very much, my&amp;nbsp;blood&amp;nbsp;to be exact. I have around 10 mosquito bites on my right leg, so awesome right. They say I have sweet blood flowing in me, I'd rather have bitter blood then, better than having so many mosquito bites on my leg -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the weather was perfect today, no scorching sunlight, and a bit windy. But I wasn't doing anything xD&lt;br /&gt;So bored. Ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-924894208246271793?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/924894208246271793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/924894208246271793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6909109478862349148</id><published>2011-01-25T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:51:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>Apparently I didn't sleep well last night. I dreamt all the way until 5am, and I feel like fainting now. I used to have the ability to stop an ongoing dream haha, but its not working now, when I'm having a terrible scary dream LOL. I can't keep my eyes open, just getting along with teacher's lullaby xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so scary when you take out your phone's battery but its still working. No buttons functioning, and scary screensavers are on the screen. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop it playing. &lt;br /&gt;You received a message from the person you love, but you can't reply him. The keyboard isn't functioning, and the same virus scene kept appearing on the screen. You spammed the "Reset" button, but it never works.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbour blamed you for breaking into their house&amp;nbsp;but you actually didn't. They chased you from Puchong until KL, you run and run without feeling tired. Knives in their hands, what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds silly, -_-&lt;br /&gt;Its so scary until I'm lacking sleep now. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Save me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A night sky with two moons, surrounded with stars and constellations. I'm lying &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;Imma sleep now,&lt;/span&gt; down on a meadow, beside a beautiful lake gleaming under shimmering moonlight, with you by my side. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6909109478862349148?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6909109478862349148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6909109478862349148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7147246010313892013</id><published>2011-01-18T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:41:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>Apparently, everything doesn't seems to be going well. I was asking dad to fetch me home after koko shit, but it was such a disappointment LOL. I've to stay in school until 6.45pm and go home by school bus, whatapark. I'll be staying in school for two sessions, from morning to evening. HAHA, anybody willing to give a help hand? Fetch me home ._. your kindness will be appreciated ....&lt;br /&gt;Ish -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we even&amp;nbsp;have to crack our brains&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;for ways to solve an unsolvable problem, which we don't even have to do so. Just because we have a life, and you don't. Go die, you either jump off a cliff or choke yourself. You &lt;strike&gt;biatch&lt;/strike&gt; around, I &lt;strike&gt;biatch&lt;/strike&gt; together with you. And I can assure you, it will be fun. Bring it on, I don't even bother giving a &lt;strike&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;If you're trying to fit yourself in, go ahead. If you're not behaving as what I've described above, you won't even give a damn. This is war, bring it on &lt;strike&gt;biatch&lt;/strike&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die far far! xD&lt;br /&gt;I tak suka you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, too bad. My dad was like, forcing me to go Shah Alam by&amp;nbsp;threatening me. If I don't follow him, he'll move to Shah Alam. NO I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN. I LOVE PUCHONG ='(&lt;br /&gt;Screw it! =(&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall apart man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for nap anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7147246010313892013?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7147246010313892013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7147246010313892013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/screwed.html' title='screwed'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1421596492013305269</id><published>2011-01-14T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:30:07.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Let's walk on the...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's look at the...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a nice...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did all...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't we...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make life less boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel like....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banging wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do daydream about ridiculous stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour is blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't I...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right now....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My name is....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are products of trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The beach...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is forever the best place to be at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boys....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girls...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am listening....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tv noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falloutboy is...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will never...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faith...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lie...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagine...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourself performing pole dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bridesmaid...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't help but to....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is doomsday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why must you...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always kill my fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never under any circumstance...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kill your parents for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haven't you....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone has....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good side in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes it is okay to....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoy me, but at the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This survey....:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you will like this, lingling xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1421596492013305269?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1421596492013305269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1421596492013305269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-ending.html' title='perfect ending'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3709328998426430837</id><published>2011-01-13T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:36:23.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i sleep</title><content type='html'>Imma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make 20 sentences starting with "I", not shorter than 5 words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a very fat face.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a very round face.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a very big face.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am feeling very lucky now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;5. I would like to have some ginseng flower tea.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't think I've&amp;nbsp;finished my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am very fat and heavy. T_T&lt;br /&gt;8. I like chocolate bubble teas.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate it when the weather is scorching scorchy!&lt;br /&gt;10. I need to make another 10 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;11. I was laughing so damn hard just now.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am wearing a L sized male cutting shirt. LOL&lt;br /&gt;13. I am feeling rather sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;14. I feel&amp;nbsp;very useless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;15. I am sitting for PMR this year.&lt;br /&gt;16. I spent a lot of datas today.&lt;br /&gt;17. I came home late for noob school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am getting darker and darker.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have the best damn boyfriend ever.&lt;br /&gt;20. I am going to sleep NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda fun, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3709328998426430837?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3709328998426430837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3709328998426430837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/before-i-sleep.html' title='before i sleep'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1114491337985574645</id><published>2011-01-10T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:13:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a while</title><content type='html'>A chinese post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难得有机会用手写，何苦折磨自己用汉语拼音输入法呢。百年难得一次的机会，我这就来利用博客爽一下~&lt;br /&gt;本人现在身在亲威家，能玩就玩；能爽，当然就尽量爽个痛快，都说是难得了嘛~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那就来说说我痛的一个星期吧。&lt;br /&gt;我还不亏是出了名的倒霉鬼，开学的第一天就踩着钉子，做了AJK Keceriaan。原本还以为Deena转校后就无后顾之忧，怎知还是被提名，真是多亏有你啦Kavithrra~ 就这样，又惹了一堆责任上身，真是有够讨厌。最不喜欢满身责任的感觉了，但其实也还好，就当作是训练自己做个负责任的人，必竟终曰无所事事也不是办法，只会越变越糟糕。哎，别说了~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;教师篇；&lt;br /&gt;真是谢天谢地!我的级任老师不算坏呢，我班算是幸运的一群~ 除了体育和数学老师以外，其余的就只能用一个字来形容…赞啦!跟下午组的老师比起来，下午组的根本就连粪便都不如…中三的老师都好棒哦，可能是因为大考的缘故吧… 考不好就等着见阎罗王了，不得不努力呃… &lt;br /&gt;目前为止，我个人最喜欢的老师就是国英语精通的地理兼道德老师啦~ 虽然她讲课超怏，但一听就知道是个实力派教将… 佩服佩服~ 科学老师的英文能力真是糟糕的糟~ 不是说她差，不过看得出她讲得很痛苦… 讲国语不会死吧~&lt;br /&gt;英语老师一极棒!只不过她的腔有点怪怪的… 但语文方面绝不输外国人哦~&lt;br /&gt;美术老师还好，没什么好形容的，典型的教师吧。体育老师才糟糕叻!鼎鼎大名的Pn Esther… 跟80年代的啊姑没两样，还是纪律老师，哀。&lt;br /&gt;数学老师超讨厌!母狗一只~教学方法跟军队有点雷同，挑剔到死。&lt;br /&gt;整个星期内觉得最最最幸运的就是我们班的华文科由出了名超好人的韦老师来教，上课不但不会闷死，她讲课一流，清楚到来又不会闷，绝对的天使化身!阿弥陀佛咯…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于功课量嘛，没想像中的严重，妈的我突然想起我忘了做功课!够力!掰掰咯!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1114491337985574645?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1114491337985574645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1114491337985574645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/once-in-while.html' title='once in a while'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8709559468445920120</id><published>2011-01-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:58:47.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm form 3 already lols. So far, the best and the worst part I've felt is just that I'm a morning session student! It's good because I've plenty of time to mess with after schooling in early morning till afternoon. It's bad because I do not have sufficient time to kiss my bed. I feel extremely tired after coming back from school. It's like, there's nothing to hold and support my heavy eyelids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my very best to keep myself awake, but I couldn't make it haha. Neck pain and headaches all invade me at the same time. Gosh I can barely keep my eyes open. Heeheehee nap, I hear you calling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks, it's so-the-boring. Somehow I realize, my life is very different with others. Different? As in family, personal stuff, relationship and lifestyle of course! Its, either unique or pathetic, whatever you like it to be. FYI I'm not freaking blogging with a freaking computer now. Guess what I'm using? It's freaking uncomfy. Again, i feel special LOL. Sometimes, those hyper feelings just came for no reason xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, a new beginning. Obviously it is, it's a brand new year and I'm already form 3. It's hard to believe that it's already the third year of my secondary life. I don't feel like a fifteen-year-old though, more like twelve or thirteen. Those naive minds, i know you get it xD. I use to think, oh you're form 3? Wow... You get what I mean =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to watch tv, sick if this flat screen. &lt;br /&gt;Btw, my Internet is down. So.. Not gona blog as much as usual. I'm burning data usage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8709559468445920120?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8709559468445920120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8709559468445920120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2816494363035246140</id><published>2011-01-01T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:13:53.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I missed my very last post on 31st December 2010. How could that be possibly happening... Its okay, now this is my effort, I swear I'll make it super long until your eye sores!&lt;br /&gt;Imma, summarize my sweet bits of year 2010, the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of my Form 2 life, did nothing much for the countdown. I think I went Mutiara Damansara for the firework shows? Can barely remember already, but I still remember the first birthday celebration of the year, Pei Yi's birthday. I hope she enjoyed it. As for the rest of the month, I can't remember anything already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget Chinese New Year! Epically noob celebration I had at hometown. But I wished Ho Yan happy birthday on the second day of CNY for Chinese calendar. Yeah, CNY clashed with Valentine's day. Pretty awesome I know, but sadly I've no valentine to celebrate with. Haha, okay, for the very first time&amp;nbsp;I got my Angpau money exceeding RM600! Thanks alot my families =D And... I'm very happy for some of the unexpected Angpaus from unexpected people. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March;&lt;br /&gt;First exam of the semester, I almost screwed it. I just cant push myself to the max for studies, well that will no longer happen in 2011! Fong Yi's celebration in Redbox @IOIMall, ahhh hope you liked it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April;&lt;br /&gt;Twinnies' birthday celebration in Sunway Pyramid! Hope you both liked the presents =) I spent quite an effort begging my dad for the outing. As you all know, I'm not allowed to go anywhere that freely. So... I succeed, very obviously! Quite a meaningful month for me, I did lotsa epic stuffs =) AND most importantly I've gotten freaking dark thanks to the School Roadrun and Sports Day &amp;lt;|3. I still have a collar shape on my neck... damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May;&lt;br /&gt;Month of Taurus, obviously I'm talking about me and myself &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babes, for the best birthday ever. I wish my following birthdays can be as memorable as that too. Haha, not asking for much lah. A simple birthday wish for me will do =) As long as I know I'm not forgotten... Oh and dad, if you're reading, THANKS, for everything you did &amp;lt;3 I know you love us, I'm just pretending to be blur =D Haha, its clearly written on my face right. Theres nothing you don't know, right DAAAD =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June;&lt;br /&gt;Exam, urgh. Failed my first paper, ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty disappointed, for not being able to join my sistas' dance&amp;nbsp;lesson.&amp;nbsp;I feel mentally raped urgh. But then I get to know something that really impressed me, thats more than enough =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August;&lt;br /&gt;Jessey's birthday, gave her a slight surprizing ambush on the back XD Hope you liked it =) &lt;br /&gt;Tian Jiun's birthday too, sorry for not being able to cebebrate with you =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September;&lt;br /&gt;Its my Virgo daddy and brother's birthday, heee. The Virgos of my family celebrated their birthdays just exactly the same like they did before. The same cake from the same shop celebrating at the exact same location. Gosh, do something different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October;&lt;br /&gt;I had diabetes for this month =D&lt;br /&gt;You get what I say =)&lt;br /&gt;Pay Yee's birthday, that lovely Scorpio... Surprize =D Sorry for the stupid short words in your birthday card.. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh, the best month of the year! I've been gambling way too much in school. Ended up losing for sure =D Bad luck of mine...&amp;nbsp;Why am I always the losing one =(. Oh besides that, its Teh' Year End School Holidays! My very first time to spend my entire holiday at Shah Alam, sounds suckish right. The fact is, IT IS SUCKISH. Well at least I can enjoy smooth-like-hell internet, no lags and disconnections. Thats the best thing ever for the boring holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December;&lt;br /&gt;Outing to Times Square and Sungei Wang with sistas... My very first time to.... not gonna mention, or for certain possibility I'll get chopped on the next day. Thanks for the lovely moments =D Though I get nothing much in return LOL damn only one plastic bag, dont expect me to laugh for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup thats all! Man I'm out of ideas... Brainstuck/dead/paused/jammed/stroke whatever. So total up my contributions to this world, I barely did something. -Happy to death-&lt;br /&gt;So, the post isn't long enough. I am so-the-not satisfied. Time to sleep isn't it. Its pretty late already, please bear my terrible grammar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;br /&gt;happynewyear =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2816494363035246140?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2816494363035246140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2816494363035246140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3874221922767964010</id><published>2010-12-25T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:03:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th of December, 2010.</title><content type='html'>Before it ends, Merry Christmas again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its Christmas, my day is as boring as usual. Sigh, what about yours? =D&lt;br /&gt;If any of you, sisters,&amp;nbsp;is reading this, wanna go countdown on 31st of December? ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead bored stuck in this same room! I wanna buy you guys Christmas presents. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要讲华语~&lt;br /&gt;如果你们有在读的话...&lt;br /&gt;去某个能观赏烟花的地方倒数2011的到来...&lt;br /&gt;怎样？可以吗？&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;我快闷死了!&lt;br /&gt;很想去狂欢丫...&lt;br /&gt;全身上下的细胞都快死光料...&lt;br /&gt;平安夜的节目也错过了...&lt;br /&gt;就我的命啊！！！&lt;br /&gt;很想念你们啊＝＝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圣诞节快乐 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3874221922767964010?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3874221922767964010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3874221922767964010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/25th-of-december-2010.html' title='25th of December, 2010.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1753962899496574538</id><published>2010-12-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T13:44:51.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas eve</title><content type='html'>Worst Christmas eve ever. Though I don't celebrate it, the previous ones was far better than this. But still, I'm happy that Mr. Claus heard me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual, I'm grounded at home again. =/&lt;br /&gt;Its so not nice to hear that all my frens are having fun while I'm not doing a thing at home. Who to blame? I, me and myself. Ahh, forget it -.-&lt;br /&gt;I received a present from my aunt, unexpectedly. She gave me some really nice accessories. Thanks 小姑 xD. At least you still remember my existance uh, unlike the others. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best present I ever had, it's not expensive, but it's priceless. Something I will treasure forever. Thanks Santaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1753962899496574538?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1753962899496574538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1753962899496574538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-eve.html' title='my christmas eve'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-101631338075723073</id><published>2010-12-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T19:21:00.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>Gosh, another pile of dung. Where did I even get this idea from -_-&lt;br /&gt;What 'bout rainbow concept next time? This one looks so white, sore eye reading my own masterpiece, haha. Gotta put in more effort next time, like I did for the previous layouts. I usually spends up to hours just for a stupid header, but I only spent three minutes for this. Yeah, just fonts, free myself from designing ugly headers. Why was I so stupid, it can be more simple in this way. It had always been the concept of my blog isn't it.. yeah, and will always be. A simple-looking blog for complicating posts, what was I thinking LOL. I'm screwed! School reopen in a week time, this is how fast time goes by. I was counting down for the arrival of 2010 and now here comes 2011. Whatahell? Well there's something even more stupid than that, Form 1 students orientation day on 1st of January aka New Year. Whats wrong with the school? I thought its public holiday? Haha don't care already, I'm Form 3 not Form 1. Speaking of THAT, I've to wake up freaking early thanks to my freaking school bus. Whats the point for arriving my house at 6:10 early in the morning, you having insomnia or what? For second wave hahaha I'll sleep in school then. Yay for PMR, fyi Form 3 major exam for Malaysians. Zomfg bunch of books to go through, I aint God. Study hard, study smart.. whee I can do it! I'll study like hell for that freaking 8A's on slip keputusan ^_^ okay zomfg I bullshitted alot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-101631338075723073?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/101631338075723073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/101631338075723073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7968249475139563831</id><published>2010-12-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:49:25.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas;</title><content type='html'>Oh and by the way, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out, bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7968249475139563831?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7968249475139563831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7968249475139563831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas;'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5912931134011866009</id><published>2010-12-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:20:53.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in awhile post</title><content type='html'>Oh hi again blogger -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah I completely lost my blogging mood hahah. The blog spammer is silenced. I&amp;nbsp;think I should at least keep the blog going, though the contents might drive you crazy or.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up lately? Nothing's up. &lt;br /&gt;Time for copy-pasting ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 20 types of facebookers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. over photo editors&lt;br /&gt;2. extremely frequent status updaters&lt;br /&gt;3. page likers&lt;br /&gt;4. attention seekers&lt;br /&gt;5. wall posters&lt;br /&gt;6. Farmvillers&lt;br /&gt;7. cars for profile picturers&lt;br /&gt;8. depressing status updaters&lt;br /&gt;9. spammers&lt;br /&gt;10. swearers&lt;br /&gt;11. constant status likers&lt;br /&gt;12. stalkers&lt;br /&gt;13. fake relationship statusers&lt;br /&gt;14. inboxers&lt;br /&gt;15. chatters&lt;br /&gt;16. pokers&lt;br /&gt;17. guys who take photos in mirrors&lt;br /&gt;18. people who cant spell&lt;br /&gt;19. song lyrics for status makers&lt;br /&gt;20. overreactor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is sooooooooo right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is getting more miserable day by day, cheers for my unhealthy and pathetic life. Starting to miss school but I don't want holidays to end either.. Well, at least I can have a lil bit of adrenaline rush in school, hahahaha yeah when I don't do homeworks and projects. I know I'm weird! I'll be probably complaining the hell outta you when school reopens.&amp;nbsp;Uhh.. anyone please entertain me? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, why do I feel like throwing up after doing exercises? I had breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Dad, no more badmintons around Indians tysm. -_-&lt;br /&gt;1010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010&lt;br /&gt;BINARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off-topic already, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to miss this -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;bye world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5912931134011866009?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5912931134011866009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5912931134011866009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-in-awhile-post.html' title='once in awhile post'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4864599059580823669</id><published>2010-12-17T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:32:34.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been coming up with a decent post lately, so heres an effort!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dad gave me his supah pro speakers yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;Headphones? NAAAAAAAAAH, luckily&amp;nbsp;I didn't buy any.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blasting the hell outta myself! The bass is awesome! I can feel my room shaking YEAH BABEH&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours please forgive me, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my day, boring as usual. I skipped my breakfast and lunch because my bro sendiri makan everything. Yeah he ate all my food, leaving 3 sotongballs for me only. 3 sotongballs, what do you think I am? God?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna starve until parents are home, hehe. And I found starving fun.. I rarely starve, never starved to be exact. Ish, food please? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, I'm bored. Why is my life so different with others.&lt;br /&gt;Surveys!!! Sorry for being random =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;If you're not going to be honest, don't take this survey.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is your longest fight with one of your friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Have you ever stuffed your bra?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Have you prank called someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Who can you always turn to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. When is the last time you took a bubble bath?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What are you looking forward to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. When was the last time you went swimming and where?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Have you ever eatin green eggs and ham?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Any cool scars?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Have you ever asked for a horse?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat my boring life routine, sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. What's your middle name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng? @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Missing someone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. What are 3 things you always bring with you to places?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone, clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Do you like or have a crush on anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Who did you last hug?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. 2 things about the opposite sex that you first notice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Last person you talked to on the phone with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Last time you ate sushi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. What song are you currently listening to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saltwater Room - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotongballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Where is your phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my pillow I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Is there something you want that you can't have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell alot -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Have you been in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Where was your last date?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Last movie you watched at the theater?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. What do you want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Who do you hope reads this survey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody, I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4864599059580823669?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4864599059580823669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4864599059580823669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7523612394130773569</id><published>2010-12-05T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:25:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, dad bought a new iPad from EpiCentre@IOIMall!&amp;nbsp;Its like dream come true.. Finally he bought an iPad and I was like YAY! Well, what am I kidding here, I'm not even allowed to touch it. NAH, who cares??? His properties are soon will be mine! Maybe, after a couple of years? Lols. Then ignore it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he borrowed it from uncle at first. Then I was like Okay.....&lt;br /&gt;He never changed, he's a big big LIAR, so I asked mum since I'm really curious about it. The iPad is totally clear and brand new, how can it be possible to be an old one from uncle? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So.. dad really bought it. Its so sexy and seductive... Argh screw the Apple logo! He wont freaking allow me to touch it! Thats sad...&lt;br /&gt;Imma hope for iPod Touch! Or wait to face bankruptcy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: BANKRAPSI LIAO LA!!&lt;br /&gt;Me : EI, iPAD JI DE GEI WO AH XD&lt;br /&gt;Dad: DAO SHI HOU WO ZHEN DE YAO TIAO LOU LIAO&lt;br /&gt;Me : XIAN BA NI DE iPHONE NA CHU LAI! BU YAO YI QI TIAO XD&lt;br /&gt;Dad: NI BU YONG DAN XIN LA, WO YI DING LIU GEI NI DE XD&lt;br /&gt;Me : PUI LA NI, BU YAO SI!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ZUO SHEN ME LEH?&lt;br /&gt;Me : NI SI LIAO, SHUI LAI BANG WO HUAN STREAMYX BILL?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic spamming session with dad while we're on the way back to Shah Alam... lols&lt;br /&gt;I guess my bro was deeply annoyed by our convo, we were shouting in the car hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, having a dad with good sense of humor isn't bad afterall. Unlike my mum, she dont joke, yes no jokes at all...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off topic already,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Bye World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7523612394130773569?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7523612394130773569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7523612394130773569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/recently-dad-bought-new-ipad-from.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4173854686639626685</id><published>2010-12-03T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:46:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill my boredom!</title><content type='html'>My god, my holidays are terribly boring. I'm facing all sorts of screen 24/7. Tv screen, lappy screen, phone screen, netbook screen, pda screen etc -_-&lt;br /&gt;Someone please kill my boredom? Please? lols.&lt;br /&gt;I just need somebody to laugh and play with me, am I asking for too much?&lt;br /&gt;Can be anybody, cousins, relatives, friends, strangers..&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm gonna sleep forever =) more likely dying.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm breathing in some terrible stinky Indian smells everyday. My lungs must be rotten by the end of holidays. No offence =/ &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about, everyday is going the same way like my past holidays;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GROUNDED.&lt;br /&gt;So whats the point of living when things are happening in the same way everyday, alamak =(&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone miss me? :D&lt;br /&gt;I guess no, no at all!&lt;br /&gt;I feel lifeless and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4173854686639626685?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4173854686639626685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4173854686639626685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/12/kill-my-boredom.html' title='kill my boredom!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3285995864179608870</id><published>2010-11-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:13:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back at Shah Alam again, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I carried all my stuffs upstairs as usual, but I left my headphone in car. Unexpectedly, dad gave me a new set of earphone! Its awesome with its megabass! Lalalala~ *sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been few days already since I blogged, likely a week?&lt;br /&gt;Imma tell about my car today. Poor car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is leaving home to fetch mum from her working place, so we tagged along. Since we are all leaving Puchong, he packed up all our stuff and decide not to return after dinner. Yeah, I'm spending the rest of my holidays here, again.&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the way to fetch mum, engine temperature rose. We expected that earlier already, because the cooling fan never stop working for our whole journey, something must be wrong&amp;nbsp;with the engine. Hahaha, poor car.&lt;br /&gt;So we returned back to Puchong, in case the car BOOM explode. I hate this Saga aka toy car anyways.. Its old already, resulting in super uncomfy car ride..... and it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of idea for contents, so bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD @@''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3285995864179608870?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3285995864179608870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3285995864179608870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back-at-shah-alam-again-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3263290115451653932</id><published>2010-11-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:56:13.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>230th post, of randomness;</title><content type='html'>I wanna change a new layout for my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion for colours will be appreciated :D&lt;br /&gt;But stick with the concept-simple. Yipee thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;byeworld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3263290115451653932?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3263290115451653932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3263290115451653932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/230th-post-of-randomness.html' title='230th post, of randomness;'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2226908743037548188</id><published>2010-11-22T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T02:24:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hometown;</title><content type='html'>Wacha! I'm back to you my babeh lappy, and blogger too&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 31 hours already, I left my babeh lappy at home. Yea you're not wrong, I didn't bring my lappy back to hometown. Why? Because I'm trying to stay alive without touching anything related with IT. Nah, I failed to do so. I brought my phone along for sure, and my earphone. This time, I was&amp;nbsp;there at hometown to celebrate grandpa's uhm.. yeah 68th birthday.&amp;nbsp;Well that wasn't the main purpose&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;me going back there, I&amp;nbsp;was there merely to enjoy some kampung lifestyle, which is really fun. My phone was totally useless as there are no signals at all. Kinda pity my uncle, his iPhone was completely useless. There are no 3G and EDGE data signals at all, just GPRS, nah, as well as my uncle's Holland friend's iPad.&amp;nbsp;Why bring so much of these thingies back? For me they're completely useless without internet. Haha, I don't really play games, I'm more to browsing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first day, mum kicked me out of my bed at 10am, which is really torturing me because I slept at 4am that day. 6 hours of sleeptime, which is very insufficient.&amp;nbsp;So.. I went hometown with mum and uncle only, due to some retarded reason and I guess I'll keep it secret here. Uncle came to fetch us at 11:30am, then we began our long journey back to hometown.......&amp;nbsp;eff the boredom lols. The airconds in his car was so cold and I'm freezing! I used to have a jacket with me in dad's car.. hmm.. So I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike dad's epic driving skill,&amp;nbsp;he drive so slow. Uncle was superb, he reached there in one and half hour. Pretty fast huh, normally it took dad around 3hours to reach there, double the time needed by uncle HAHA. Which means, I've no time to sleep.. So we arrived there at 1pm, and did nothing, so I continued sleeping until 4pm. Uncle brought all of us to a beach nearby. The scene was breath-taking! Somehow I felt lonely.. I was there alone, since mum and uncle went to some random mini market to buy some crabs for dinner. Ahh.. the sea breeze was awesome! Although its hot there.. cz its only 4pm and I'm collecting seashells at a BEACH. Good thing was my skin isn't tanned, I collected a whole plastic bag of seashells. NAH, I left it at hometown.. too bad, the shells were so beautiful ='(&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were there too..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought uncle was going to&amp;nbsp;bring us home but he&amp;nbsp;brought us to another beach instead -.-'&lt;br /&gt;This time there are no nice shells but we're digging for &lt;em&gt;sisik&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Nah idk, they called it like that.. I took some pictures but I'm lazy to upload, so stay tuned for my next post LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We had some ABC icekachang and idk what bbq clams.. who cares LOL they're awesome! I swear I will be back&amp;nbsp;there on CNY hometown visit so wait for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day made xD&lt;br /&gt;Texted abit at midnight, and get scolded by aunt lol -.- WHO CARES... And they were viewing photos&amp;nbsp;via iPad in our room! My cousins stole my earphone so I've nothing to do but sleep. And of course I got back my phone from them =='... Naughty girls xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've bullshitted alot, lol now for second day. Damn I have the blogging mood now at late night =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins woke me up at SIX in the morning T____T''!&lt;br /&gt;And oh no, BEACH again! They're going there to dig for &lt;em&gt;sisik&lt;/em&gt;s again.. so I tagged along. I was walking on&amp;nbsp;a whole beach of clam shells with bare foot and huhu I'm soooo regret now T_T. Every step I walk is like stepping on needles now. Sheeeeesh, but YEAH! I had some idk what bbq clams and ABC again! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;Lol meanwhile I saw&amp;nbsp;some malays playing kites around the stone pavement area, they looked cool. Yeah I mean the kites! Blek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally exhausted, leg muscles cramp and blablabla! Squatted at a particular place for a couple of hours digging for&lt;em&gt; sisik @@'' &lt;/em&gt;Haha then we brought it back for grandma. I like her&amp;nbsp;funny expression when&amp;nbsp;we show her&amp;nbsp;2 whole bags of &lt;em&gt;sisik&lt;/em&gt;s!&amp;nbsp;Our efforts are all in there! And I swear I didn't buy it @RM4&amp;nbsp;per&amp;nbsp;2kg&amp;nbsp;-.-! Noob uncle! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a Fun Fair @ Kuala Selangor at 9pm!! My very first time to be in a fun fair.. haha. Uncle saw it while we were on&amp;nbsp;our way back home. Since his Holland friend hasn't experience it before and it has been 10+years since his last time to be in a fun fair already.. So we ... you know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont a small dolphin keychain lols -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, damn I did alot of things in a day, I'm tired and I'm lazy to recall. So bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&amp;nbsp;for my next post -.- I'll upload some random photos taken at a harbor nearby and that 2 effin beaches...... sorry for terrible grammars in this post, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2226908743037548188?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2226908743037548188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2226908743037548188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/hometown.html' title='hometown;'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-4243220616135440985</id><published>2010-11-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:34:20.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realise that I'm having 2 "Numb"s by Linkin Park in my computer. 1 is the real one and another 1 is by another singer i guess. &lt;br /&gt;LOL where did I get the fake 1?&lt;br /&gt;This is weird I never downloaded Numb for more than once~&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe theres ghost in my room?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And I found a song from youtube, named If A Nerd And A Cupcake Had A Baby LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;bye world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-4243220616135440985?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4243220616135440985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/4243220616135440985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-realise-that-im-having-2-numbs.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5616599944897908923</id><published>2010-11-18T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:03:42.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Titles not needed, boohooo!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! So my internet is working fine now.. Why was dad so stupid, he should have called TM earlier.. Then I wont have to suffer the whole day playing phone games and watching boring tv shows. And yay, finally its working! Haha, well I'm still bored. Got somewhat addicted to iPhone games, haha. I was playing Final Fantasy, until I see that red light on my modem finally turns green. *Flies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom always leads me to blog, eventhough I've nothing to blog about.. Utter mayhem, simply! Just like the concept of my blog, SIMPLE IS THE BEST! But its hard to achieve it. Agree with me? Think simple, do simple, stay simple.. then I'll be sleeping everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what troubles were made yesterday. I threw cookie wrappers all over the house, left my sexy phone on bed which is strictly forbidded by dad and I dont know why, left my lappy on for the entire day and its having fever now, disturbed my brother and played abit Wii. Haha, as what I've expected earlier, I screwed this house! I really hate here, this place sucks. FYI, this is Shah Alam. Curse this place lols. The worst thing is I'm gonna spend the rest of my holidays HERE omfg. I don't even know how to boil water here, the kitchen is very well-screwed. I guess I'm gonna starve until parents come home.. Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day without parents in home is sooooo damn awesome! I can do whatever yes whatever I want! I'm so bored, I'm gonna play Wii. Randomness haha.&lt;br /&gt;And yay, life is screwed! I should have asked dad to move here when I was 5, then everything wont end up like this~ Why was I so stubborn, haha. This is destiny, life has to be screwed up for the extreme fun! And mine is like what the eff. How I wish I can travel back to the past, when I was at the age of 3. Simple was the key to happiness, so cool you know. But if I can do so then life is totally pointless haha. SO.. I think I can handle it. LOL seems so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be responsible for stuffs, like some random jawatan kuasa for clubs in school, those jobs are seriously freaking me out. *hides under blanket*&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wtf I'm a Taurus! The lazy Taurus. Lol according to the brief description of Taurus they are all hardworking, unlike me! *peace* Lol ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is getting random, since its untitled I can post whatever I like right, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5616599944897908923?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5616599944897908923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5616599944897908923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/titles-not-needed-boohooo-yeah-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2998966055024184957</id><published>2010-11-15T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:47:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I really should make a planner for my holidays. A life without a purpose is soooo pointless and boring, yea boring of course..&lt;br /&gt;Dad have been bugging me lately, wanting me to learn Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator and AutoCAD. I'm hell not gonna be an engineer in the future, why do I have to learn AutoCAD? That black thingy with lines and numbers all around.. is seriously driving me crazy. As for Photoshop and Illustrator, I'm more interested to them. Graphic designing is fun and I love it! But I hate books. Dad gave me a 1.5inch thick book and expect me to finish it. Its a guide for Illustrator, IN CHINESE. Everything in my Illustrator is in English, and you expect me to learn it from a Chinese guide with no translations at all? At least some translation for tools name but yes its completely in Chinese grr. I'll try my best! PEACE ^-^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, I want shopping! I'm rotting at home doing nothing..&amp;nbsp;I want this and that arrrgh I want the entire shopping mall! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I made a really stupid but simple design for my nails =='&lt;br /&gt;I want a PSP! Or iPhone hahaha I think I have to wait for atleast 3 years =='&lt;br /&gt;I want a new computer! Preferably those with i7 processors and superb graphic cards! I can't do any combos in Cabal AT ALL ==' the bar just fly away~ never listen to my commands. Worst thing is Requiem, the whole game appears to be in grey grey and still grey. All I can see is my character without a body and face walking around in a grey&amp;nbsp;dimension banging walls and buildings.. how pathetic. Omfg thanks to my Intel graphic card =/&lt;br /&gt;I want a new phone! Lols dad say my phone is outdated. My W595 =(&amp;nbsp;Buy me a iPhone4 lah nub. =='&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, most of all I WANT $$$$ =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money no talk, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I aint that kind of person okay, but this is how cruel the world is ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie thats all for today~&lt;br /&gt;buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha not to miss this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WORLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2998966055024184957?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2998966055024184957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2998966055024184957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-really-should-make-planner.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6181702906651299659</id><published>2010-11-15T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:20:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddy Yu &amp; Janet Tan's Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>Aids of words not needed. Photos will do the work!&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah I only have some pictures here, not even the couple's photo =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1.Uncle's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;iPad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfdU3uU0I/AAAAAAAAARA/sLcyIEScPro/s1600/DSC01515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfdU3uU0I/AAAAAAAAARA/sLcyIEScPro/s320/DSC01515.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aquarium!! What saltwater fish blabla :D Nemo! Sorry for low resolution photo ==﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfl0NpZ1I/AAAAAAAAARE/dyymPk1t3ws/s1600/DSC01516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfl0NpZ1I/AAAAAAAAARE/dyymPk1t3ws/s320/DSC01516.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfq-RM8uI/AAAAAAAAARI/_SMtDtaHE-U/s1600/DSC01517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfq-RM8uI/AAAAAAAAARI/_SMtDtaHE-U/s320/DSC01517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apple iPad 16GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfwRK7SeI/AAAAAAAAARM/rD_f3GxtAXA/s1600/DSC01518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfwRK7SeI/AAAAAAAAARM/rD_f3GxtAXA/s320/DSC01518.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Wedding Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha, I made this with rose petals =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgD4tbaOI/AAAAAAAAARY/2HO17ZHcQoM/s1600/DSC01591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgD4tbaOI/AAAAAAAAARY/2HO17ZHcQoM/s320/DSC01591.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Uncle and Aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;叔叔和婶婶&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgK6GR3oI/AAAAAAAAARc/LKddDsr7OaU/s1600/DSC01592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgK6GR3oI/AAAAAAAAARc/LKddDsr7OaU/s320/DSC01592.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Uncle and Aunt 2 =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;小姑和小姑丈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgRVPyJFI/AAAAAAAAARg/0xKZoZu2iPA/s1600/DSC01595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgRVPyJFI/AAAAAAAAARg/0xKZoZu2iPA/s1600/DSC01595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCgRVPyJFI/AAAAAAAAARg/0xKZoZu2iPA/s320/DSC01595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;UNCLE AND AUNT 3 wtf english sucks LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;大姑和大姑丈﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCiojGk-fI/AAAAAAAAARk/feS6zDjysHU/s1600/DSC01594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCiojGk-fI/AAAAAAAAARk/feS6zDjysHU/s320/DSC01594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah thats it ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See pictures can do work :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6181702906651299659?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6181702906651299659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6181702906651299659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/eddy-yu-janet-tans-wedding-dinner.html' title='Eddy Yu &amp; Janet Tan&apos;s Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TOCfdU3uU0I/AAAAAAAAARA/sLcyIEScPro/s72-c/DSC01515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8677960741592008925</id><published>2010-11-12T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:22:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random likes on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling sleepy at this kind of late night -_-&lt;br /&gt;Take your time.. or don't read. &lt;br /&gt;Credits goes to &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/likelicious/6888"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/likelicious/6888&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you, and I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy; I love you too baby.&lt;br /&gt;Girl; Prove it. Scream it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Boy; *whispers in her ear* I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Girl; Why'd you say it to me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy; Because, you're my world(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother- Hey dad i got a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad-Nice job son, is she cute?&lt;br /&gt;Sister-I got a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Dad- WHAT!?!?!?! wats his name,and where duz he live!?"loads shot gun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're friend says she's pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GOOD friend would say: OMG I'm so sorry! :( &lt;br /&gt;But a BEST friend would say: NAME IT AFTER MEEE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Just go talk to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I CAN'T! I'm in love with her but she's not in love with me...&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: She will! You're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Fine.... i love you.&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I love you too now go tell her.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: I just did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not skinny enough so you can see my ribs. I'm sorry my boobs aren't big enough. I'm sorry I'm not fake. I'm sorry I'm not pretty. But most of all, I'm sorry you can't accept me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "you can miss someone who died , you can miss someone who moved away, but the worst is having to miss someone you see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your report card comes home*&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT C?!&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU GET C?!&lt;br /&gt;YOU NO C-SIAN,&lt;br /&gt;YOU NO B-SIAN,&lt;br /&gt;YOU A-SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls wonder why guys dont talk to them anymore after a relationship. Truth is guys dont talk to girls because they're afraid to like them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a guy and girl date for a really long time. they breakup, move on, but when they look at eachother everyone can see they still love eachother except for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl cries 4 a boy it means she miss him a lot &lt;br /&gt;when a boy cries 4 a girl it means no one in this world can love the girl more than that boy.that’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I had gun with only 2 bullets and was alone in a room with saddam huissene, osama bin laden and justin bieber I would shoot justin﻿ bieber..... twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls eat chocolate and guys drink beer right after breaking up? Because the sweetness of chocolate makes girls forget the bitterness of breaking up while the bitterness of beer makes guys forget the sweetness of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy asks Girl : Whats your dream? Girl replies : To be kissed in the rain. What about you? Guy says : To be the one kissing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter made wizards cool again, Left 4 Dead made zombies cool again, The Dark Knight made superheroes cool again, Twilight made vampires uncool forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hear footsteps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAPPP!&lt;br /&gt;*Shut computer down*&lt;br /&gt;*Closee the laptop*&lt;br /&gt;*Pull out earphones*&lt;br /&gt;*Grab book*&lt;br /&gt;All in a couple of seconds!&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh! I've learnedd to do that FASTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;You took me home, you took my top off, you put your hand around my waist, you put your lips to mine...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm a bottle of Pepsi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Just Because...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes off strong, dont mean she didnt fall sleep crying.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she acts lik nothing is wrong, maybe just mabye shes really good at lieing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my best friend, and personally I don't think your good enough for her, but just so you know, if you break her heart, im going to break your neck.... Have a nice day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, you deleted me off Facebook. Is that your final revenge?"..."No, idiot. It's so I don't have to look at your name every day and get reminded of how much of an ass you were."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kid at a party* -his phone rings- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP! ITS MY MOM!... Hi mom." &lt;br /&gt;-random kid in background- DUDE, PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you love me? boy: Id take a bullet for you. They break up the next day. The girl is in the hospital and died of cancer. The boy wrote a note and shot himself. He said i took a bullet for you just as i said i would. Girl wanted to hear she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A boy walks into his room and finds a note on his bed, It says: Dear teenage boy, I can make your girlfriend scream louder than you can. Signed, A spider*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spelling mistake can destroy your life. A HUSBAND sent a message to his wife: "I'm having a wonderful time,wish you were her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SOMBODY HELP MY SON IS DROWNing"&lt;br /&gt;"ILL DO IT"jumps right in&lt;br /&gt;2010-&lt;br /&gt;"SOMEBODY HELP MY SON IS DROWNING"&lt;br /&gt;"ill go"takes phone, ipod camera, ect out of pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and guys nowadays say I Love You after only a day of dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this if you are one of the few people left who don't say I Love You until you really, truly mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top six things girls want boys to do for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)hug us from behind.&lt;br /&gt;2)call us beautiful not sexy. &lt;br /&gt;3)show us off to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;4)make us Feel like were all that maters&lt;br /&gt;5)brag about us to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;6)Tell us you love us infront of your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: u ok? &lt;br /&gt;Girl: ya im fine..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: u dont seem fine&lt;br /&gt;Girl: im fine..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ok&lt;br /&gt;(The boy never did find out what was wrong. Boys if a girl ever says "im fine" she is not fine. When a girl says "im fine" she needs you the most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-shutup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- make me?&lt;br /&gt;boy- fine:D&lt;br /&gt;girl- how you gonna do that?&lt;br /&gt;boy - *kisses her*, that shut you up:)&lt;br /&gt;girl- *just smiles*&lt;br /&gt;WOULD LOVE IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter's Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff Girls&lt;br /&gt;Cat Dog &lt;br /&gt;Rugrats&lt;br /&gt;and other 90 kid shows where better than the crappy kids shows today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls..we love it when you kiss us on the cheek, when you kiss us in the rain, when you play with our hair, when you wrap your arms around our waist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift songs are what every girl wants to say, Justin Bieber songs are what every girl wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teens are out having sex, partying, doing drugs, drinking, but like this if your the teen at home, on facebook, listening to your ipod, sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:i don't like him, i don't like him i don't like him, i don't like him, i don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend:yes u do.&lt;br /&gt;me:(sigh)i know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you texting, honey?" *name of boy* "Is he your boyfriend?" "No, mom." "Do you like him?" "NO, mom!" "Who DO you like?" "GO AWAY, MUM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: is in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "ah man, :/"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: is single&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Yes there hope :)"&lt;br /&gt;1 minute later....&lt;br /&gt;Girl: is in a relationship (with different guy)&lt;br /&gt;Boy: WTF, how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is epic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Biggest punishment for a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Give him a Blackberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;with loads of girls numbers in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;and after, send him in a place with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;no network....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personal favourite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8677960741592008925?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8677960741592008925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8677960741592008925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-likes-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2512386684334358831</id><published>2010-11-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:35:53.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum you're great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so afraid now, like getting fooled by someone.&lt;br /&gt;Though idk who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;Life is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Results were horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was right,&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll cancel my smile on msn,&lt;br /&gt;I'll not laugh like i use to do before.&lt;br /&gt;My very first time to experience outside smiling,&lt;br /&gt;INSIDE DYING.&lt;br /&gt;Such a short post, how pathetic&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2512386684334358831?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2512386684334358831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2512386684334358831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/mum-youre-great.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-2908612011721412204</id><published>2010-11-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:12:57.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worst part of a post is always to think for that title. I'll just leave it a side, maybe something could come up in my mind after I finish this utter mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging mood always come when I've completely nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I up to for this holiday? I did nothing much. Could have done more than that, but I didn't. Spending my day Photoshop-ing pictures are way better than wandering around the house. Good news my Photoshop is finally working fine, it loaded in 10secs. If you read my old posts, you might feel shocked or terrified that my Photoshop usually takes up to one and half hour to load. But now its loading in 10secs, how can I not feel happy? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from Ikano, STEAMBOAT&amp;nbsp;for dinner :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Then we split into two groups rofl, bro with dad, me with mum. 2 hours is soooo&amp;nbsp;not enough.&amp;nbsp;Bought &lt;em&gt;Sunsilk Straight Perfection Conditioner&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;leave-on&lt;/em&gt; from Guardian.. Also, EyeMo for dad. Mum swept some pants from Padini, bro spent few hours on dad's iPhone -_- hopeless fella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I saw baggy pants phail. It looks so uncool, I see ass. Naaaa his shirt was too short! -___-'' HEY, I was eating! *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was us talking about &lt;em&gt;dirty stuff&lt;/em&gt; in the restaurant really loudly hahaha. FYI dad started all those stuff :D I'm so glad to have such a funny and dirty-minded dad omfg. One of em was bro&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;dad was perverted, but dad said hes not any worse than my grandpa LOL. Because my grandpa have 5 kids, and dad only have 2! Lame reason I know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here, I'm out of ideas -_-&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-2908612011721412204?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2908612011721412204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/2908612011721412204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-part-of-post-is-always-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6763403219004608854</id><published>2010-11-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:26:53.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored;</title><content type='html'>I don't hate you because you're ugly, you're ugly because I hate you. &lt;br /&gt;credit goes to some unknown site haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6763403219004608854?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6763403219004608854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6763403219004608854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/bored.html' title='bored;'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8124548053063249382</id><published>2010-11-06T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:24:04.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply</title><content type='html'>Hey~ &lt;br /&gt;I just took a nap for a couple of hours, like 3 or 4. xD&lt;br /&gt;Which means I'll have problem sleeping later.. resulting panda eyes next day xD&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much for today, anyways Happy Deepavali to my beloved indian friends! (I only have 1 or 2?)&lt;br /&gt;As for my neighbours here, stop spamming explosives T_T You don't know how it feels when noises invade your sweet dreams? I'll tell you here, it sucks T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, its getting boring here.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, lets talk about that movie, 2012? xD&lt;br /&gt;Was bored, so I watched it again~&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like hell, idk why was I laughing though.. What if those so called "disasters" really happened in reality? No doubt it will be fun LOL, I'm waiting for it hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it will be fun to see the magnetism went reversed xD Imagine when Sahara snows, and North Pole grow trees? LOL&lt;br /&gt;But then nothing will happen here in Equator areas.. sien&lt;br /&gt;We shall see, I'm waiting hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Lol I'm so mad now, better chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8124548053063249382?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8124548053063249382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8124548053063249382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/simply.html' title='Simply'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3364845628215560644</id><published>2010-11-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:52:31.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTAAAYY!!</title><content type='html'>Heya readers! (If I have any)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back into my blogging life again :D&lt;br /&gt;I havent been updating for quite long already. Due to the lack of topics and I'm seriously not in the mood to blog. So heres an effort! Wont be a long post ba :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got back some of my exam papers tday. Shitlike results, no need to be mentioned =.= Maybe some other day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheeeee, gambling was the only fun thing I did :D&lt;br /&gt;Sick of my shithole luck, fine lor. But I got back my money after recess :D&lt;br /&gt;In bus too. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my day, nothing special. Teachers don't really care so we just gamble in like, really public situation. Coins and pokers all over the table.. whee. Except for Lim and Cheong's class, they're terribly horrible -.-&lt;br /&gt;Esp that Cheong, brought us all to ICT room for some kid shows. Luckily I can understand cantonese, haha. Proud to be a chinese that understands chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Lim's class? OMFG I GET 65 FOR SEJARAH WHICH IS CONSIDERED VERY LOW -_-''&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study Form1 history ma, don't blame me leh T_T still give me lectures somemore.. I won't get B for PMR 1 la T_T cry die me T_T&lt;br /&gt;-.-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, none of the subjects was satisfying. ==&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for ICTL and Maths paper, must get A or bang wall. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla, sry for noob language. Its getting noober I know hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Wonder hows my english paper, I get 4 wrongs mcb. Getting worse and worse fr my academics -.-&lt;br /&gt;Better start working hard ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________-&lt;br /&gt;100 for ICT! HAHA IMPOSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;85 FOR ENGLISH HAHA IMPOSSIBLE FOR CHEONG's NOOB STANDARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byebye. Another shithole post -_-&lt;br /&gt;Sry, headache now -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3364845628215560644?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3364845628215560644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3364845628215560644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/11/partaaayy.html' title='PARTAAAYY!!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1212512965621384456</id><published>2010-10-29T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T02:43:07.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Fella.</title><content type='html'>I'm daring to do it, because I&amp;nbsp;understand whats gonna happen&amp;nbsp;if I get caught, I'll just admit it. Just report the fuck out of yourself if you want, I don't give a fucking fuck. What are you up to? Books, books, books. And still books. C'mon, get a life little fella. Are you really going to spend your entire&amp;nbsp;secondary life dating with books? Nobody cares but don't get jealous about us lah, you can't have it, its your problem. Why must you&amp;nbsp;mess into ours? GTFO la, lifeless book eaters. Study so much just for that freaking certificate? That moment of joy and gayness? LOL, I'm speechless about you people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people always get top 10 in our class, so what? C'mon, you don't have a mirror? Look at yourself. Total nerd, specs with a whole inch thick lens,&amp;nbsp;bowl head, oh my fucking god, exactly&amp;nbsp;the nerd look. Not looking down upon you but.. you're seriously hopeless. Speaking of appearance&amp;nbsp;I'm worse than you so don't take it so seriously..&amp;nbsp;Continue memorizing all 36 definitions..&amp;nbsp;Pray for an A..&amp;nbsp;If you get no A&amp;nbsp;then I'm so gonna laugh&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;freaking ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my fault for cheating in exams, I know, duh. I don't need a nerd to teach me such simple theory. But your attitude is.. seriously awesomely unique. Don't get too happy, unique being a queen of crap. That phrase is just describing you in a better way. Weird suits you more. Or geek? Whatever you like it to be, I don't freaking care. Abnormal 21st century secondary students. Really, go get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of your fuck face, result of nerding for 14 years. Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srry for the swearings, its just my own opinion towards this kind of person. Though they are doing the right thing but they seriously sucked by letting books occupying their life. They dont read books, they eat and memorize them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huat la :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1212512965621384456?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1212512965621384456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1212512965621384456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/hopeless-fella.html' title='Hopeless Fella.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-6322262628311063336</id><published>2010-10-26T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:32:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Long time no see how are you :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Its late now.. schooling soon.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. I only have aroud 10mins bloggy time to finish this effort :D&lt;br /&gt;*TYPING WITH SUPER SPEED*&lt;br /&gt;nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm.. I was studying my geography yesterday. The lights suddenly went off and.. okay blackout -.-&lt;br /&gt;This time it was pretty cool and scary. Dad even thought the terminal exploded hahaha or Namewee nuked TNB (:&lt;br /&gt;I digged out some old candles and lit them up.. then I went outside for a look. Guess what? Even Kesas Highway street lights were down -.-&lt;br /&gt;So dad drove to the terminal nearby and have a look. I tagged along :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I see no lights in the whole area. I wonder what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.. it wasn't that fun as I expected. Lights came back in half hour time ==&lt;br /&gt;So I continued my study until 2.&lt;br /&gt;Studied nothing actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its BI and Geo exam today. Goodluck to myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whats with the literature thing.. 4 qns to choose, nothing can be understood. Haih... Chiong memorize everything in school lah :D English should be much more&amp;nbsp;easier to memorize than noob noob babi language :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol damn.. I'm not gonna have good connections at night so...&lt;br /&gt;buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds wrong o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Books aren't sexy at all! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-6322262628311063336?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6322262628311063336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/6322262628311063336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-110087872860882677</id><published>2010-10-17T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:09:14.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're bored, try these.. SURVEYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Serious Q's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you shave your head if a family member asked you to because they had cancer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be fake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever did that on me before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, howdaya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you wasting your time on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASTED, but now no more xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explain the lasy time you threw up:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last thing that made you cry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a bad temper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one wants me, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How often do you think about suicide?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your deepest fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you REALLY love all your family?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want to believe in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a secret crush on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be yes, can be no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you proud of who you are?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel alone even in crowded rooms?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the worst thing a person could do to you and still be forgiven?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono, wanna try? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're dying in 10 seconds, what are your last words to your best friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy forever -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...to your worst enemy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't annoy me on my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you care if people hate you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freedom or safety?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think of a random person, and give them a message here, no names:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad I hate Shah Alam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has a song ever made you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A book ever made you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is the world crumbling to pieces?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono? Hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name on moment where you couldn't control your rage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kill my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name one moment where you sincerely wanted to just die:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the last one, just say anything you want, anything at all:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demolishing schools FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-110087872860882677?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/110087872860882677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/110087872860882677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-youre-bored-try-these-surveys.html' title='When you&apos;re bored, try these.. SURVEYS'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5699765494276551517</id><published>2010-10-17T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:22:39.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only do what you like or love, not just to get along.</title><content type='html'>As usual I wont mention their names here in public. I'm here just&amp;nbsp;to vent my feelings. I FEEL WRONG! And will fall asleep in 10mins ltr.... yea right hopefully. My life is seriously screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you're a person like me, who always do things that you don't actually like but just trying to get along with others, then I strongly suggest you to STOP IT NOW. You can just continue what you're doing now anyways.. Its just a stupid opinion of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. I want to ask, do you really like it? Or are just trying to get along with her in order to&amp;nbsp;fulfill your demand? Damn you, please stop it. If you can't get a girlfriend then just go find a firm wall and bang on&amp;nbsp;it, why are you making use of her? Son of a bitch. She loves you, doesn't mean you can make use of her in that kind of way. You sound like you will accept whoever that likes you. OMG? People nowadays are soooo wrong.. I can see she was so sad, and you don't actually care. Sorry for being such a busybody here, but this is how I think about you now, ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MADE USE OF MY CLOSE FRIEND! HOW CAN I NOT DO ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, if you don't like your current partner, then don't couple up with them. Whats the point, if you couple up&amp;nbsp;just for fame?&amp;nbsp;Don't think they are just toys for you, they have feelings too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm I'm tired lol bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI, they are my friends in MS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5699765494276551517?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5699765494276551517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5699765494276551517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-do-what-you-like-or-love-not-just.html' title='Only do what you like or love, not just to get along.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-153402305823404718</id><published>2010-10-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:13:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like blogging, so here I am.</title><content type='html'>Uhm.. hey readers? (If I have any..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting a decent&amp;nbsp;entry lately, so heres an effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's case first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a cup of Milo for dad. Damn he's picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"五茶匙Milo粉, 整杯放烧水, 不可以放Teapot!" (5 teaspoons of Milo powder, hot water, don't add in any Teapot!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Teapot - uhh, condensed milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Blue - Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pink - Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"玮啊~ 转过头来, 给妈咪看下你的脸.. " (Wei ah, turn over your head, let mummy see your face..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My mum&amp;nbsp;was sitting right behind of me, I BET she&amp;nbsp;was spying on my msn chats. Nvm, leave it one side first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"我觉得你很美啊!! 只是你整天熬夜, 弄到那张脸不像样........." (I think you look very pretty! But recently you've been staying up too late, now you made it look horrible..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"......................................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"我知道你很美, 你女儿像鬼多过像人啦..." (I know you look pretty, but your daughter look more like a ghost....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"哼! 生到你酱美还在那边多多complain..." (Hmph! I gave you a pretty face and you're still complaining..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;".......................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaaaa.... perasan betul lah my mum..&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely speechless now lols. I feel like puking everytime I see my reflection in the mirror. FML!&lt;br /&gt;I see a piece of shit, scale of a huge elephant. HAHA! Horrible face, damn plump..&lt;br /&gt;Yea right thanks alot mum, you failed as an architect on building me! So is dad!&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. stop spying on me.. ==&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, if I reply your messages very late, or never reply at all. Mummy is sitting behind of me..&lt;br /&gt;SORRY SORRY SORRY! Thousand apologizes T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol anyways, final exam is on&amp;nbsp;next Wednesday IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;tmd I only studied abit science -.- Didn't touch any other subjects AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Haih just let it die lah -.- I'm hopeless T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts today. Its 12:11am now :D&lt;br /&gt;FML!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sleep early O.O mum spying again lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-153402305823404718?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/153402305823404718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/153402305823404718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-blogging-so-here-i-am.html' title='I feel like blogging, so here I am.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-5265803125584640623</id><published>2010-10-11T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:01:45.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**姓梁名立辉的, 鬼看我的blog咩~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm out of phone credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just merely bored, whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TLLKiXp-PUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vqAAS9w1U_g/s1600/cropped.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TLLKiXp-PUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vqAAS9w1U_g/s320/cropped.png" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10hours10minutes10seconds of 10th October 2010 &lt;br /&gt;lol ==&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I was able to reach home before it passes! I was at theCurve with mum, she was buying clothes for her colleague's wedding ahh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happen once every 100 years.. Well then I guess I must be&amp;nbsp;reaaaally lucky to&amp;nbsp;be able to&amp;nbsp;screenshot it down.. since I missed the morning one~ Unless I can live for another century? Hell no lol.&lt;br /&gt;That was magic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, okay thats it for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-5265803125584640623?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5265803125584640623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/5265803125584640623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-sorry-im-out-of-phone-credit.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUvRwJ303dE/TLLKiXp-PUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vqAAS9w1U_g/s72-c/cropped.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8883406659443358554</id><published>2010-10-10T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:56:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一切都来得好突然, 就像一场梦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天一早, 异如往常, 我8点就起床了.&lt;br /&gt;我还来不及接受, 感觉上就像是做了一场梦.&lt;br /&gt;我不敢相信昨晚所发生的一切竟然是事实.&lt;br /&gt;我连忙拿起手机, 做个Double Check.&lt;br /&gt;愣.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说我还记得第一次在门外对你微笑的日子, 你会相信吗?&lt;br /&gt;我也觉得自己很好笑.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讲真, 我也不知道自己的那股勇气是从哪冒出来的.&lt;br /&gt;反正现在我学好我的英语就对了.&lt;br /&gt;是你说的, 你不会介意的蛤! =='&lt;br /&gt;哎~ 现在真的是问题多过吃饭咯~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有点压力 =='&lt;br /&gt;一言难尽.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总之, 我不希望一切都因语言而产生隔膜.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8883406659443358554?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8883406659443358554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8883406659443358554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-1723892074939734415</id><published>2010-10-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:47:10.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another random post.</title><content type='html'>Hey.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer sucks -.-&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how can it takes one and half hour to load an Adobe Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed, I have to load another one and half hour again, and my project is lost.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih&lt;br /&gt;Thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-1723892074939734415?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1723892074939734415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/1723892074939734415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-another-random-post.html' title='Just another random post.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-608673996968124713</id><published>2010-10-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:51:49.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya</title><content type='html'>Its 11:22pm now, which means I left around half an hour to blog. Should be sufficient, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have totally no idea about what to blog, I'm here to cure my boredom. I guess I can easily get into topics by bullshitting, so ya I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that messages saved in memory cards can't be read after inserting it into other devices, and will vanish if software is upgraded. Now I feel lucky and freaaaaking fortunate. Those messages are like priceless treasures for me. CERTAIN of em, not all and of course not those from DiGi or noobs too. Haha, how lucky I am.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want to tell now is my skin really sucked recently. Its horrible, oily and looks like surface of Moon. I feel like sweeping all beauty supplies from Guardian -.- God, I need money. Money money come to mummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I bought a white-inked pen from Popular. Its cool, isn't it. The ink uses up really fast, I guess imma restock more.. It looks pretty awesome on colour papers, best on black ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, because of that little awesome white-inked pen I started to write diary. Merely because I'm freaking bored and don't feel like sleeping. Oh FYI, I sleep at 3am. Damn.. I shall sleep at 12 later, I need no panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contents for diary are just awesome.. I can spam writing without stopping. As for what are the contents about, it can be told from my freaking happy face HAHA LOL. Just kidding.. Figure it out yourself! One of the reason was the colour of that white-inked pen was too awesome, making me wants to fill the colour paper with my 'beautiful' writing. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I conquered my maths work! Thanks Subatra, for having insufficient time to complete copying works for us. Lol, so what, I haven't start my study yet. Well actually I did study abit science.. I want my marks back ahh.. Glory days are over T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So final exam is 1 week right after PMR.. I mentioned on my previous posts before right.. That is so not cool. If I screw my results then I'm so dead. I hate school.. for having freaking exams that is really brain abusing and not eco-friendly. I have one question here, why do I have to study algebra? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths was easy until they mix it up with alphabets.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;lt;-- This is sooooo true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I'm done with my bullshits. Dear bed, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Before that, Goodluck to all PMR candidates! All the best for you guys, ace your papers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;/span&gt; and please don't copy me. I've nothing for you to copy, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suck :D don't fucking judge my personality.&amp;nbsp;Unless you're&amp;nbsp;me :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-608673996968124713?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/608673996968124713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/608673996968124713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/heya.html' title='Heya'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-7916250534360818815</id><published>2010-10-03T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:37:31.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有些人, 就是没有包容心和容忍的态度. 也不能说是没有啦, 只是可怜你妈妈生了个脑子给你, 你竟然不会去用. Don't freaking try to challenge our limit of tolerance, we aint god. Anyways, you won't last long in this community, with that shitty attitude of yours. Exaggerating won't work on me,&amp;nbsp;so you might as well shut the fuck up, because you're much more worse than how you describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go die, and stop bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I aint perfect, doesn't mean I can't have my own way of living. &lt;br /&gt;I don't look good, doesn't mean I can't pursuit for my own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not among those who are hot or pretty, doesn't mean I can't do what they can do.&lt;br /&gt;I endure and tolerate, doesn't mean I won't explode one day.&lt;br /&gt;I SMILE INFRONT OF YOU, DOESN'T MEAN I REALLY LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get it? It all depends on who you are, not how you look. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Even if your mum gave you the best face ever in the world, but you spoil it with that shitty attitude of yours, whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;You might be taking advantage with your fucking good looking face, but with your fucking shitty inner, nah. All I can say is, you won't last long in this community.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about inner beauty? Oh, you must be bullshitting around about me, telling I'm proud or whatsoever. BUT sorry, I don't have any. If I have it, then I'll be tolerating every single shit of yours and won't be barking here like a mad dog. Thats the perfect answer you want, right? But you know, nobody fucking cares. Even if you found a bunch of dogs that actually care, that wouldn't make any much changes. As long as I don't care, you are&amp;nbsp;yourself a loser already. Fucker. Unless you don't care too.&amp;nbsp;But right, to proof that you don't care&amp;nbsp;in order to get rid of the&amp;nbsp;"loser" title,&amp;nbsp;you shall not&amp;nbsp;comment any shit about my words, THIS IS BLOGGER, I HAVE MY FUCKING FREEDOM OF SPEECH HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am myself a loser, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;要跟我吵? 我奉陪到底!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-7916250534360818815?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7916250534360818815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/7916250534360818815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-8564351679604709544</id><published>2010-10-03T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:40:24.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Heys I'm here again..&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it, for not blogging more than 3days &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so imma bullshit abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received alot of SMSs this morning, some of em are from noobs, and some of em are from DiGi.&lt;br /&gt;As for noobs, they are indians and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;One of em even miss called me, while I'm freaking sleeping. Before that he SMSed me asking if I'm awake or not. I didn't reply, simply means I'm sleeping. Are you just simply dumb, or want to act as my second alarm? I don't need any alarms, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more detailed contents come ask me face to face == Or I'll get scolded for treating&amp;nbsp;that person&amp;nbsp;bad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, then I played a bit comp. While I was halfway MC-ing dad dragged me out to IOI ==..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was the one who asked him to bring me there, I need to buy some reference and exercise books.. cz my result sucked. Then I got bugged by a noob. I'm not your personal layan machine zz, if nothings up means don't freaking SMS me, I'm not as free as you, noob. Stop asking me what I'm doing for more than 3 times a day, its freaking annoying. Imagine someone doing exactly the same thing to you, how will you feel? Use your freaking brain noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, there are noobs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Noobs don't literally mean stupid people or those who aren't good on their academics, but those who don't use their freaking brains. I feel sad for your mum, for having such an&amp;nbsp;AWESOME kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在此声明, 本文章属无指名道姓, 对号入座者请勿前来胡乱狗吠, 要怪就怪你自己自恋.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehe, feel so much better now -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, settled that noobish case. Hmm, if you saw what i wrote, and try to fit yourself as the noob I mentioned, you can do whatever you like to me, I don't give a fuck anymore. I don't care if your elder sis or younger sis or whatever shits you have comes and screw me, that just makes you look noober. YOU, as a man, or boy, whatever you like it to be, is asking your siblings to support you like a crybaby, and talk cock to me&amp;nbsp;while hiding&amp;nbsp;behind&amp;nbsp;them. You call yourself a man? You're worse than a gay, seriously. IF you saw this, and yet still ask your siblings to come against me, then you're totally hopeless. Get a life, baby boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOUR SIBLINGS WANT TO TALK THIS COCK I'M ABOUT TO MENTION BELOW, I suggest you not to. I know whats UNITY, you don't have to make any freaking extra noob&amp;nbsp;explainations for it. You, a noob, and your siblings are unite, you tell them about how people bully you and you, as a man, couldn't do a shit. I know, its good when you're unite with your families and siblings, but don't you think you are way too over? YOU, AS A MAN, COUDLN'T SETTLE YOUR OWN SHIT, BUT CRY FOR HELP FROM YOUR SIBLINGS INSTEAD, don't you think you are shaming yourself? How awesome of you. I'm completely speechless when I saw that on fb last time. I can't imagine a man crying for help from his YOUNGER SISTER. Haiz, I really feel sad for your mum lah.. And please take note, I didn't say anything bad about your siblings, ONLY YOU, noob. I admire how your siblings give a help hand for you, and you still remain that shitty attitude of yours. Your siblings are the best siblings I've ever met. They are good, but you suck, noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若在见此文章后, 忍不住想对号入座, 我拿你没办法, 那是你的选择. 既然你那么符合上述条件, 我欢迎你来跟我对质, 反正只要你的姐妹们不在, 你根本就毫无立足之地. &lt;br /&gt;鸟人一个. 我实在是忍无可忍了.&lt;br /&gt;有种自己来放屁, 别带些根本与本人毫无关联的人来狗吠. 还有, 若你不是很清楚以上文章的涵义, 请滚, 或最好收声. &lt;br /&gt;再次在此声明, 本文章属无指名道姓, 对号入座者请勿前来胡乱狗吠, 要怪就怪你自己自恋.&lt;br /&gt;还有, 别从早到晚像只疯狗酱, 有事没事都信息来, 你妈的, 你真的很够力烦! 我已经很客气地跟你说过, 不要他妈的从早到晚都信息废话来, 你是听不懂, 还是不把我的话当成一会事? 滚啦, 少了你或你那堆所谓的兄弟姐妹, 我一样能活! 我才不稀罕你这种不懂得尊重别人的废才!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;爽啊.. 解脱的感觉真棒..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-8564351679604709544?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8564351679604709544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/8564351679604709544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977018570638992226.post-3462775429685178913</id><published>2010-09-29T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:42:32.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally random.</title><content type='html'>Heeeya I'm here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished troubling with my maths homework which have to be handed in today. (Nah, its 1am now)&lt;br /&gt;And now I realise that my maths suck to the really max.. I can't solve simple questions. My answers are all wrong before referring to the answers.. And I was like, how can this be possibly happening? Final exam is 1 week right after PMR, I can't screw it anymore. Either I&amp;nbsp;don't screw it,&amp;nbsp;or get screwed by Subatra.. She want me to score at least 6As. Such a fond dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really should improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well then, lets see what should I improve about myself..&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My panda eyes are getting really worse. I shall practice to sleep at 11pm. That should be pretty easy after I get rid of my 'dream before sleeping' habit,&amp;nbsp;or insomnia, if you don't get it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wake earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duh. I should wake before 9am! Thats how the world goes round..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If compared to my bro, its like I only drank a droplet of water everyday. Like how my mum said.. She gave birth to me with perfect skin, and now its totally ruined by me. She gave birth to my bro with really sucky skin, but due to his habit of drinking real lot of water, his skin is sooo perfect by now.. Sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be more active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if my dad grounds me or what, I don't give a fuck. I hate staying at home, like people say&amp;nbsp;'a piece of wood'. What the hell, I can't even go outside for a walk.. How can&amp;nbsp;you do that to me?? DAD??!!&amp;nbsp;):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a pair of fucking spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't freaking see the freaking whiteboard!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats it. I'll try to achieve this 5 first, then I'll go for more. Sorry for the foul languages, my mind isn't really clear now.. I can't stay up late, I didn't take any nap today..&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I can barely keep my eyelids open now.. its shutting down.. soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt; Dont&amp;nbsp;ever fucking try to&amp;nbsp;copy this! Hiakhiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep myself up, for 3 more days! Then I'm free! LOL nola, I stall have to go through stupid final exam.. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977018570638992226-3462775429685178913?l=tengwei96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3462775429685178913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977018570638992226/posts/default/3462775429685178913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tengwei96.blogspot.com/2010/09/totally-random.html' title='Totally random.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910477950300024522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybtBcqU_F-s/Tqzctdnez6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1KXjJdjFyXo/s220/DSC02818.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
