<?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-37051096</id><updated>2011-09-26T19:08:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roam to the place you've always wanted to</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>552</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8293256720089866283</id><published>2011-09-26T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:08:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad you came into my life, you act as a barricade, to stop me from falling....&lt;div&gt;Before I already know, I've built up a wall so high that no one could enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's just a lie I'm trying to psycho myself with, I hate that I see things more clearly then you do, I don't want to grow up but I'm force to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person you're looking at now, can never be a happy person anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8293256720089866283?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8293256720089866283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8293256720089866283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8293256720089866283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8293256720089866283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-glad-you-came-into-my-life-you-act.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2673562709927259359</id><published>2011-09-09T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:37:35.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted you to fight for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2673562709927259359?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-605528291044429428</id><published>2011-08-30T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:54:11.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You activated your old Facebook account back, scroll through all your past post, I'm missing you again or maybe its the past that I'm missing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming close to a year since our drama started, was I really bad to you or its just you that don't know me well enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-605528291044429428?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/605528291044429428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=605528291044429428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/605528291044429428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/605528291044429428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-activated-your-old-facebook-account.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-936235403524435379</id><published>2011-07-12T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T01:07:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone dear said this to me today, 'The world may seems small, but there's only this much time that you have, while trying to please everyone, don't you think that you're starting to lose yourself'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-936235403524435379?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/936235403524435379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=936235403524435379' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-442946008589503666?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/442946008589503666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=442946008589503666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/442946008589503666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/442946008589503666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-i-am-in-middle-of-night-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1705275668039462037</id><published>2011-05-08T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:39:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the famous dumb blond speaking about the election, she make sense in what she said, but I guess she really need to look at things from every aspect of life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1705275668039462037?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1705275668039462037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1705275668039462037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1705275668039462037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1705275668039462037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/05/look-at-famous-dumb-blond-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5012139444713322814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5012139444713322814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/04/somehow-we-both-know-that-we-cant-let.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1690426638891677556</id><published>2011-04-14T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:54:18.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where's the heart that beat? The heart that feels? &lt;div&gt;What do I want from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the bitch now and you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1690426638891677556?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1690426638891677556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1690426638891677556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1690426638891677556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1690426638891677556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/04/wheres-heart-that-beat-heart-that-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6894632470891775124</id><published>2011-02-06T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:44:46.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can do whatever you want, I won't care, I won't bother&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where on Earth can you find a job that let you go to work as and when you like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I'm a 3 year old kid to be fool with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you umpteen time not to skip work, its a irresponsible behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself the only reason I'm still by your side is because I want to see you be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you're useless, but you don't put in the effort to change, what can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving up on you boy, I'm really giving up. As a friend or more than a friend, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6894632470891775124?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6894632470891775124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6894632470891775124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6894632470891775124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6894632470891775124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-can-do-whatever-you-want-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2628086916144517097</id><published>2010-11-26T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:10:57.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days pass, I'm always the one taking a step forward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't even have text you right from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've lost your number and you're leaving the job soon, I guess everything will go back to zero again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll rewind it back to the scene that brought us together as friend like you said. And I'll put a full stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time round, I'm not letting myself take the first step again, you just make me feel like you took it for granted that I'll always be the one texting you when I'm worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that I'll read your FB status, and yes if you are trying to let me know that you are sick and want me to text you, sorry, this time round I won't, you should be smart enough to know that I've fallen, knowing that there will be no outcome, I will stop myself from feeling hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a problem surface, all you know is to say I'm speechless, I'm sorry &amp;amp; I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of hearing you say that, you never meant the words you said and to think that I will take you seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S You hate me calling you boy, but you really look like a little boy at times, your action, the way you smile, and how you never know how to take care of yourself when you are sick, see a doctor if you have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretly caring for you is the only thing I can do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2628086916144517097?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2628086916144517097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2628086916144517097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2628086916144517097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2628086916144517097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/11/days-pass-im-always-one-taking-step.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-3988725098658073790</id><published>2010-10-08T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:01:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bro text me this, have faith in love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I should because this is reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3988725098658073790?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3988725098658073790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3988725098658073790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3988725098658073790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3988725098658073790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/10/bro-text-me-this-have-faith-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-229713877501276401</id><published>2010-10-03T08:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:18:30.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up with a joyous feel, the aftermath celebration feeling was still there yet a part of me was filled with disappointment too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry not Hao Wen anymore, hahahaha, wondering why am I so brave to mention his name right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I like him in the past is not a secret anymore LOL, the whole lord of them knew about it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, me like him is a few years back thingy, so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dawian people wasn't there when they knew about it, none turn up neither did my Gaylords people. I don't know why but the absence of them is enough to make my tear drop and this show how much they stand in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This keeps me wondering are we really friends or are we only friends at work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, Tay Min Wei, stop feeling emotional in the early morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-229713877501276401?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/229713877501276401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=229713877501276401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/229713877501276401'/><link rel='self' 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you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3365876694128688802?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3365876694128688802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3365876694128688802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3365876694128688802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3365876694128688802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-officially-saying-byebye-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1927758555423849641</id><published>2010-09-29T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T03:04:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Continued</title><content type='html'>I started telling friends that I'm working on my birthday, first reaction from Dhill was, 'Can you please go get a off for your birthday, I'm serious'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was Hari, 'Why are you even working on your birthday' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(His eyes was damn big when I said it's 21st)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Mika, 'Are you crazy'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I admit that I love surprises, I admit that I'm really looking forward to what my friends will do for me, as I'm not the kind of person who will plan something for myself, and I get really touch by their effort to make me the happiest girl on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know 21st may sound like big woohaaa to most people but to me, it just seems like the day is coming to tell me how much I'm not progressing in life, no successful career, no money, not progressing much in my studies, no ideal relationship, not moving forward to the goals in life, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I still got to depend on my parents for a living, whenever I think about it, I just can't help but to feel how useless I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the uselessness in me makes me not look forward to my birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not like I don't care, I do, it's just that I'm not looking forward . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do care, I care about the wishes that I'm going to receive =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the reason I chose to work is because it's a Monday, most of my friends are working adult and the saying Monday Blues so yah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1927758555423849641?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1927758555423849641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1927758555423849641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I pray so hard to work at Waterworld on my birthday, but I got Dino instead, great, one thing to &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; look forward to birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday falls on a Monday which means Mom  is having Dialysis, no waking up to someone whispering 'Happy Birthday Sweetheart' to me. Another thing to &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; look forward to Birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow there are more reasons to&lt;b&gt; not &lt;/b&gt;look forward to my Birthday, and I really hope the date never get any nearer, it's like I don't want it to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Be Continued . . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8999046785976913630?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8999046785976913630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8999046785976913630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-4932290311301393966?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4932290311301393966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=4932290311301393966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4932290311301393966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4932290311301393966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/09/working-in-theme-park-brings-me-away.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1886642625307490340</id><published>2010-09-19T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:11:55.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Photojojo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very cool phone camera lenses that can be worn as necklace, the photo magnetic rope etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to pay off my re-module first =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1886642625307490340?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1886642625307490340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1886642625307490340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1886642625307490340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1886642625307490340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-photojojo-very-cool-phone-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8411235672114783635</id><published>2010-09-19T06:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T06:55:03.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The boys just called me at 4plus am, I hope they are soundly asleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8411235672114783635?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8411235672114783635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8411235672114783635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8411235672114783635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8411235672114783635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/09/boys-just-called-me-at-4plus-am-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-867099754568438460</id><published>2010-09-19T06:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T06:49:07.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just the other day, Shi Mei wanted to see the sunrise.&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm watching the sunrise from my room, there's an airplane in the sky, it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the mosquito who keep me awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And probably the sky is trying to tell me, like your new room, have a new start in life, put the past behind and let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel tears choking in my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-867099754568438460?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/867099754568438460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=867099754568438460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/867099754568438460'/><link 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drown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5800500070874859437?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5800500070874859437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5800500070874859437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5800500070874859437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5800500070874859437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-point-of-verbally-saying-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-140028101968561729</id><published>2010-08-25T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T08:58:06.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/THRpTf7keyI/AAAAAAAACnM/20xJMONmS7U/s1600/fuji-instax-mini25-white+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/THRpTf7keyI/AAAAAAAACnM/20xJMONmS7U/s320/fuji-instax-mini25-white+300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509144027890744098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was still happily planning to get this 'Bf' recently @ 8storeytree, do some little shopping, Kbox with friends, hanging out, I can forget about it man! All these stuff which I haven't been doing for months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After tomorrow &amp;amp; 14 September, other than work, I will be going no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My account is going back to $0 again, 'congrats'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate people saying FML, but this time round really, FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most mood drop thing is I have to postpone my Adv Dip again and Jac Jac has to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F M L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-140028101968561729?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/140028101968561729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=140028101968561729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/140028101968561729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/140028101968561729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-still-happily-planning-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/THRpTf7keyI/AAAAAAAACnM/20xJMONmS7U/s72-c/fuji-instax-mini25-white+300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-7240080405172189100</id><published>2010-08-25T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:01:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time round, I can just shoot myself.&lt;div&gt;I knew it! Every year is the same, whenever my birthday is coming near, something will happen and drain my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years ago, I quarreled with Uncle and Mom during a family dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 year go, I quarreled with Mom over money issue and Sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I didn't quarreled with anyone, but it's enough to dampen my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess no amount of friendly people or eye candy will help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse is, I have to keep it from Mom this time round, and the thing is I can never keep any secret from Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7240080405172189100?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7240080405172189100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7240080405172189100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7240080405172189100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7240080405172189100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-time-round-i-can-just-shoot-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1658335648456710333</id><published>2010-08-01T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:02:15.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis, when are you leaving for the Entertainment?&lt;div&gt;The thought of you leaving just makes me feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1658335648456710333?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1658335648456710333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1658335648456710333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1658335648456710333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1658335648456710333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/08/sis-when-are-you-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2745982172109896240</id><published>2010-07-15T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:20:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kind of regretted adding Trevor on Facebook &amp;amp; taking the initiative to talk to him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our conversation was awkward, you'll see what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence for probably 3-4 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hanging out, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt; in my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, it's pretty warm here in Sg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you know which girl am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence again for another 3-4 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told him I make a bet with my friend today that he will exit through the Waterworld entrance, and I lost the bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He replied only with a 'Haha, sorry'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How long will you be working in Sg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;End of January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete silence again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sensing the awkwardness, I replied with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I gtg, nice knowing you though! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of Conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really going to log out of Facebook, it's just an excuse to end the conversation, it's so awkward, I'm the only one trying to start a conversation, and he's like trying to force himself to entertain me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like a reporter, interviewing a Waterworld cast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2745982172109896240?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2745982172109896240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2745982172109896240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2745982172109896240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2745982172109896240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-kind-of-regretted-adding-trevor-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2737545733770145451</id><published>2010-07-09T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:11:54.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loneliness is taking up my soul, &lt;div&gt;and now babyg tell me she needs to start school without us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck, she's feeling terrible, i'm not feeling anywhere better either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those plans we had together are never going to come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad beg me not to work tomorrow, I beg him to let me go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least working will make me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2737545733770145451?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2737545733770145451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2737545733770145451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2737545733770145451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2737545733770145451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/07/loneliness-is-taking-up-my-soul-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-9217971149512027756</id><published>2010-07-09T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:03:01.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After all she's still my Grandma.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know, I've only have friends of words if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True friends? I guess I wouldn't dare to think that I have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those, i'll be there, i'll be here for you, save it, sound more like sweet talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have eyes and heart to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm glad to say that i'm one level up to being cold blooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-9217971149512027756?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/9217971149512027756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=9217971149512027756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/9217971149512027756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/9217971149512027756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-all-shes-still-my-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6134215300630900347</id><published>2010-07-09T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:56:02.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lying in front of me is a dead body, I finally know how a temperature of a dead body felt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those nurses looking inside, the undertaker, what was their feeling? I was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking real hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every death teaches a lesson, have it taught you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6134215300630900347?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6134215300630900347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6134215300630900347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6134215300630900347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6134215300630900347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/07/lying-in-front-of-me-is-dead-body-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6885655705663618543</id><published>2010-06-09T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:08:30.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>昨天的心情跟天气一样处于下雨的状态，&lt;div&gt;游乐园和雨天果然还是不能在一起，会有种快乐悲伤的感觉。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我好像对莫个人有好感，可是我却希望自己的感觉是错的，因为........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6885655705663618543?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8374585407751254151</id><published>2010-05-13T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:40:38.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not a believer, but I want to pray to whoever exist up there,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for that bunch of monkey I care about in class to pass their exam, my Blackcube Production Mates, Jac, Kak, Siti, Mich, Kwan, Chess, Estee . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for all my friends who apply for the USS job to get a call soon from RWS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grant me this two wish, I'll be happy enough, especially the 2nd one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8374585407751254151?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8374585407751254151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8374585407751254151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8374585407751254151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8374585407751254151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-believer-but-i-want-to-pray-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2299611100116011152</id><published>2010-05-11T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:41:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我应该高兴吗? 我真的不知道.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;都那么多年了, 我想是时候勇敢的面对然后彻底的放手了.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2299611100116011152?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2299611100116011152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2299611100116011152' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says, "sometimes I wonder where I'll be now if I had taken a different road at certain points in my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel how it really reflect upon us, what we do, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to always think about it, I love to think about 'IF', but only to get myself coop up in the memories, in the past &amp;amp; blame myself why didn't I take the route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes by, I'll only feel a sense of uselessness inside me, I don't fancy the feeling hence I decided to change my attitude towards this 'IF'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think, if I had put in an effort to study for my 'O' Level, probably I would have graduated from Poly &amp;amp; go into the Music Engineering Course that I've always wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a second thought about it &amp;amp; looking at where I am now, if I had really taken the route, I wouldn't have met my bunch of awesome classmates, not to mention the increase of true friends in my list =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True enough, at times when we are lost at a junction of the road, we always asked ourself, where would I be now if I had chosen the path back then. When we are thinking about that, we are actually regretting on what we've done in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learn 2 things in the 'IF' lesson, do what you want, have no regrets, remember everything happen for a reason, and the reason lies in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&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/37051096-8694779663049325182?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8694779663049325182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8694779663049325182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8694779663049325182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8694779663049325182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-came-across-this-line-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1233326885572513282</id><published>2010-05-01T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:09:41.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is life about,  after all it's death we have to face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1233326885572513282?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1233326885572513282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1233326885572513282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1233326885572513282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1233326885572513282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-life-about-after-all-its-death.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5726991863541017307</id><published>2010-04-25T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:11:59.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still pondering whether I should work for the month of May, I guess once a week won't affect my studies for exam since I always laze around even if I'm at home =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because it's just a start, but I really enjoy my work a lot, many people to see, interaction with nice guest is the best thing at work, and of course my bunch of very nice colleagues like Yi Jing, Twiny, etc., they are so awesome I wish my every work shift could be with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty easily satisfied as they bring laughter to my day, they are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, there isn't much progression in life, basically it's the same old things, lazing around. I must quickly focus on my studies and GP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I'm doing, I hope to put in 100% effort so that at least there's a sense of satisfaction at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Sunday gone, it's the last week of school, as much as I can't bear to let go, the day of us going apart will still come, and Friday it is ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes goodbye though it hurts in your heart is the only way for destiny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5726991863541017307?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5726991863541017307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5726991863541017307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5726991863541017307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5726991863541017307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-pondering-whether-i-should-work.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-3596531122946755724</id><published>2010-04-22T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:55:01.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I underestimated what you can do to hurt my friends, before the truth unveil I hope it will turnout to be a misunderstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3596531122946755724?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3596531122946755724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3596531122946755724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3596531122946755724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3596531122946755724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-underestimated-what-you-can-do-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-4495447485098310491</id><published>2010-04-21T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:53:43.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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This is a damn cheebye weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I have Jac, Mich to make me feel better plus I've make more new friends at work =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3586510881865188852?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3586510881865188852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3586510881865188852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3586510881865188852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3586510881865188852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-lost-my-working-pass-how-nice-right.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-4628381642599402940</id><published>2010-04-17T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:49:51.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally encounter my suckiest day at work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck the guest, it's for your own safety &amp;amp; we need to abide by the rules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What stupid reason or rule is this!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine! If you fly away with your Dino up up into the sky, don't beg for help k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so restricted in uniform, cant do anything though I'm unhappy with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I'm told off by Doug my whatever manager for thing I thought I'm allow to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I manage to hold my emotions and smile all the way while he was saying a whole chunk of words which I guess I probably absorb only 5 or 6 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I really don't feel good after being said, I felt guilty, bad, argh I don't know la, on a brighter note, my lead came to tell me not to take it to heart what he says because everyone does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty upset with myself today I don't why, there's just so much things not done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV Unit Production, Blackcube Production, Exam, Work!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheebyeeee, I guess I need a captain ball training soon or a ride on Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-4628381642599402940?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4628381642599402940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=4628381642599402940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4628381642599402940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4628381642599402940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-finally-encounter-my-suckiest-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6886863867991238448</id><published>2010-04-16T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:38:45.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest 5C Bro,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry, I know I've not been meeting you guys for weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired and busy with school stuff &amp;amp; work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you guys =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely Apology,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Min Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6886863867991238448?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6886863867991238448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6886863867991238448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6886863867991238448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6886863867991238448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/dearest-5c-bro-im-really-sorry-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8413946889806198027</id><published>2010-04-13T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:44:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed when I didn't get to see "my" Mr Crystal Blue Eye Guy yesterday.&lt;div&gt;My main motive was to take a photo with him, but instead it was the other cast ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just simply have to off when I come and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 April, finally! Please don't be off that day, Mr Blue Eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think someone cast a spell on me, whenever I spot an eye candy,  twice is the maximum that I got to see them, after which they will disappear into thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waterworld, here i come!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8413946889806198027?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8413946889806198027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8413946889806198027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8413946889806198027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8413946889806198027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-disappointed-when-i-didnt-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1939686481499985759</id><published>2010-04-09T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:15:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I trust the wrong person only to get myself hurt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just last night before I went to bed, we just have to have a tiff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's my problem, but. . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to be dependent on other people for money issue, not even my own parents, I feel useless getting money from them when they aren't anyway better either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever friends or whoever offer to lend me money, I would just reject it, reason being, I feel uneasy, I feel like there's no freedom or there's a burden on me when I borrow money from people, so if I do borrow, I would return it immediately if I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, I really appreciate friends for lending me a helping hand =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True, money can't buy you everything, but . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;ow many times have we quarrel over money issue ever since I convert to a part timer, countless time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I know you always blame yourself for not being able to give me a better life, no it's not that, you should know. Dad plays a part in giving me pressure too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I wish I could be rich, my desire for letting the loves one around me lead a better and comfy life is so strong, you know my plans, you know what I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I'm sorry I wasted my years playing around neglecting my studies, disappointing you. I think I'm a very good girl, but you always think I'm rebellious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Each and every quarrel, I never meant the words I said, I'm just trying to be stubborn, and I know I always end up hurting you deliberately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I love you, the things we both been through, no one can ever understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Please, I don't like to feel useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1939686481499985759?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1939686481499985759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1939686481499985759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1939686481499985759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1939686481499985759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-think-i-trust-wrong-person.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1546973830054224832</id><published>2010-04-06T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:59:28.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/S7qSZL-L48I/AAAAAAAACnE/gayiuiayGsk/s1600/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/S7qSZL-L48I/AAAAAAAACnE/gayiuiayGsk/s320/Picture+125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456834859920778178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To: My Dearest Cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sorry, I'm so busy recently sorting my time out till I've forgotten your important day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here comes the message,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every meet up with you always makes me feel like its miracle, from the little girl that I used to hate so much, because you were a crybaby &amp;amp; you always lane your Bro into trouble &amp;amp; at that point of time, your Bro was my closest cousin, the cousin that I like so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So imagine when your Bro got scolded by your Dad because of you, god I always tell myself, I really hate this kid man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As time goes by, we've all grew up, the text that change our kinship, and you really surprise me, you've change so much, not that kid that I knew back then, in fact you were so much more mature than I was when I was your age, you're such a caring person, and the bond you share with your Bro really makes me feel so envious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And do you know that, each time after seeing how close you were with your Bro, I get very upset, I wish I could have a Bro too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the sleepover we always say, must do it soon okay, I own you a present, meet up some days for dinner yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish for us to stay like this forever =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1546973830054224832?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1546973830054224832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1546973830054224832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1546973830054224832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1546973830054224832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-dearest-cousin-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/S7qSZL-L48I/AAAAAAAACnE/gayiuiayGsk/s72-c/Picture+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-253605570089623647</id><published>2010-04-05T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:45:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel insecure and sensitive when I'm not around with friends or families.&lt;div&gt;That's another new thing that I found out about myself, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-253605570089623647?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/253605570089623647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=253605570089623647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/253605570089623647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/253605570089623647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-insecure-and-sensitive-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2763803211616177072</id><published>2010-04-05T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:06:39.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ray of sunlight shining through the crimson sky was extremely beautiful today, at a point of time, it really seem like peace was here before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2763803211616177072?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2763803211616177072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2763803211616177072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2763803211616177072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2763803211616177072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/04/ray-of-sunlight-shining-through-crimson.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-7242291043106094968</id><published>2010-03-30T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:31:26.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excursion tomorrow =)&lt;div&gt;How cool, excursion with the class. My last excursion was the Parliament Trip with 5C'07.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano exam tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not worried about the exam piece, it's the sight reading that I'm worried about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahlau, G.sis just have to throw a cold bucket of water over me la when I complained how scare I was, always lor, seriously like my Mom sia, seldom give compliment or encouragement want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oie you, wait for my parcel to arrive at your doorstep, I don't know when though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know what it means, hopefully =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a producer isn't easy after all, I'm feeling so tired now &amp;amp; my whole body is aching =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7242291043106094968?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7242291043106094968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7242291043106094968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7242291043106094968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7242291043106094968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/03/excursion-tomorrow-how-cool-excursion.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2585948185944452498</id><published>2010-03-22T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:40:22.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise I'll do a post on Ting Birthday, everyone was happy, me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look forward to working more, I miss his crystal clear blue eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The polite gesture of him patting on my back saying thank you makes me go ooolala. To think that I still try to hide away from him when he first approach to say hi, hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels funny how when you lie down, the tears would flow into your ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me, action speaks louder than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't make me feel like no one cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every aftermath of a happy reunion makes me feel more miserable than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My emotion went wild this few days &amp;amp; again it all started with a chat with Ting on Friday night, what chat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's family problem &amp;amp; me anyway, I went home and have an argumentative talk with Mom from Sat-Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have the problem been solve yet? I guess no, but so long as no one triggers it, the problem will remain invisible forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, another person who affected me was, Mr Feipa, one sentence from him, I feel like I shouldn't care for you, you, you, you &amp;amp; you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I regard each &amp;amp; every one of you guys, be it brother, sister, mates or best friend importantly, but have you guys ever regard me as one, I dare say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does everyone misunderstand me, why do you guys always look on the surface of things only? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just tell me very honestly, how do you guys think about me, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just have this feeling like there's something you guys doesn't like about me, but no one dares voice out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want people to treat me truly, is it that hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even my own parents, they always put on a show, just to accommodate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I that horrible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I remember, no one ever come to me with initiative like, hey weiwei, I need to talk to you or something or tell me how's life going on for them now, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck shit all those people who are load with &lt;b&gt;problems&lt;/b&gt; but still trying to pretend, hey I'm all right, no worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys guys, I'm not anyone, I'm your friend, my listening ear are all ready to help you lighten your load, no one of you who regard me as friend should try to put on a brave front in front of me, there's no need to, I just want you to be yourself alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope after reading this, my friends can have a change of attitude towards me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all I want is simple, be true to me, dont be afraid of picking up a quarrel or fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which friend don't quarrel don't fight, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/37051096-2585948185944452498?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2585948185944452498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2585948185944452498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2585948185944452498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2585948185944452498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-promise-ill-do-post-on-ting-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6129437911708666965</id><published>2010-03-07T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:05:58.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't write &amp;amp; say &amp;amp; give empty promises.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No action done = as good as none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6129437911708666965?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6129437911708666965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6129437911708666965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6129437911708666965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6129437911708666965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-dont-write-say-give-empty-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8412493695119933495</id><published>2010-02-24T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:57:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never speak about my problems or say about my problems, I only know how to write down my problems because no one take me seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I observe problem, and feel sad when my friends get sad of a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5C'07 united back then, though conflicts in between but we turn out good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current class, i thought united back then, but never turn out good, instead it got all sorts of nonsense, dramatic nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got one nonsense myself, and it makes me look like a childish freak &amp;amp; obviously a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is like tangle, and the only solution is to face up my emotions bravely and be honest with myself and all the loves one around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try. I'll try to confess myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8412493695119933495?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8412493695119933495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8412493695119933495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8412493695119933495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8412493695119933495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-never-speak-about-my-problems-or-say.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2683253721471768690</id><published>2010-02-24T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:47:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你只需要负出10%的努力变好, 我需要100%.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你只需要负出10%的努力变得有自信, 我需要100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你只需要负出10%的努力得所有的爱和友情, 我需要100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你只需要负出10%的努力来逗别人开心, 我需要100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你只需要负出10%的努力得到你想要的, 我需要100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much do you know about my growing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One matter can be easy to others but when it comes to me it just have to be tougher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I do, people just think that I'm trying to act, even if I show concern, real concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they think that I'm trying to bootlick. Oh well, fuckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not like him, I don't act like who I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are an individual, but can I just put all the blame on him for making what I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2683253721471768690?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2683253721471768690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2683253721471768690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2683253721471768690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2683253721471768690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-100.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5167126302764377746</id><published>2010-02-23T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:59:13.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't break a promise that you've made within yourself, you'll only disappoint yourself &amp;amp; make yourself feel worse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5167126302764377746?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5167126302764377746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5167126302764377746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5167126302764377746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5167126302764377746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-break-promise-that-youve-made.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-310292200958211340</id><published>2010-02-22T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:59:33.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much excited about school, like how I use to in secondary school whenever school reopen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, all my mates aren't excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st thing to be excited:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Refresh start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd thing to be excited:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Time spend with mates, all the commotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd thing to be excited: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There's TV Production this semester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only thing not to be excited: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The time spend traveling =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;( Kk, I should be contented my school is not in Jurong, I have to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;  travel all the way to Pandan to have my New Job Orientation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I'm excited about my new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5665942552720729928</id><published>2010-02-20T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:13:53.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that I'm a Neptune &amp;amp; am always not on Earth, because I bring laughter to my friends which in return bring a smile to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5665942552720729928?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5665942552720729928/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-3839549608713160098</id><published>2010-02-17T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:09:12.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If all I did was to bring unhappiness more than happiness to the family, I guess I should leave.&lt;div&gt;But if I leave, where can i go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I always say I'm not a Earth, but physically I still am what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is my tribe going to bring back my body to Neptune as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3839549608713160098?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3484226767352701216?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3484226767352701216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3484226767352701216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3484226767352701216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3484226767352701216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-never-going-to-get-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1491485004801161932</id><published>2010-02-16T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:54:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I'm the blacksheep of the family.&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/37051096-1491485004801161932?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5147773176534003775</id><published>2010-02-06T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:15:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can't believe CNY is just 1 week away!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 has gone, here comes 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We welcome Jan whole heartedly &amp;amp; now we're stepping into another month of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, it's not much of an excitement to welcome a New Year for me, not because there is any incident that happen but I guess it's actually pretty much the same be it 2010, 2011 or 2012, it's just another number with no significance if you never paint your story into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I still enjoy my countdown this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same old rule, have supper and rush to Marina Highway to watch the firework with Daddy &amp;amp; Mommy.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I countdown with Ader on the line this year. We weren't at the same place but were watching at the same view, counting down together to 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1! Boommmmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling is great especially when you're the 1st friend she called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, I'm going to step into another stage of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不能在这么孩子气了.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there must be a summary for this chapter of my life, I would say, I've been evil, but I'm changing for the better. I've learn many things with each step that I take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, people always take me for some dumbass whose always not on Earth, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is the time when I'm not on Earth, I'm always deep in my own thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think more than you can think of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like what Peter said, human are always dumb when they are with people. I truly agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You suffer to gain, you pain to be strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5147773176534003775?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5147773176534003775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5147773176534003775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5147773176534003775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5147773176534003775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-believe-cny-is-just-1-week-away.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-3470477825226590940</id><published>2010-02-04T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:24:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nicknames</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah Tay&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah Mei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Min&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Neptune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wei Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah Dian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Typewriter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nu Ren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some nicknames are use by specific people, which do you use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3470477825226590940?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3470477825226590940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3470477825226590940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3470477825226590940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3470477825226590940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-nicknames.html' title='My Nicknames'/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8702185571279752794</id><published>2010-01-14T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:59:54.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Handphone, no music, no sound, no nothing coming out of it when the volume is already to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earpiece pronounce dead one by one, I'm only left with headphone now which I can't use it everytime due to the outfit that I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macbook can't connect to the internet despite me bringing it to the clinic for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;The problem just go on and off. So now I got to bring it to the clinic for the 3rd time, getting on my nerve already.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Apple Serive Operator seriously sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Photobooth photos all gone, awwww, my precious photo ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP can't connect to the net also, shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2010 a repair year for me？&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that half a month haven't even goneby and here I am, needing to bring so many things for repair which I'm reluctant to do so la, I'm damn lazy please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Congrats to Jie for throwing away the burden that she's been carrying it for so long =D&lt;br /&gt;       I'm happy for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8702185571279752794?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8702185571279752794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8702185571279752794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8702185571279752794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8702185571279752794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/01/handphone-no-music-no-sound-no-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6940366776094591357</id><published>2010-01-10T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:35:34.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 291107-090110</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/S0mkKcv1IyI/AAAAAAAACm8/PEH4MqbZJfs/s1600-h/Goodbye_Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/S0mkKcv1IyI/AAAAAAAACm8/PEH4MqbZJfs/s320/Goodbye_Goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425047725566927650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;739 Days. Thank You &amp;amp; Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;This journey will hold an important place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to say Goodbye wasn't an easy thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember the nasty time together &amp; the crazy time together, I'll miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys understand, this is not an act of rashness, it wasn't an easy thing for me either to come to this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to construct on how I should write this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(It's been long since I said this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6940366776094591357?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6940366776094591357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6940366776094591357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6940366776094591357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6940366776094591357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-291107-090110.html' title='Chapter 291107-090110'/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GrMfcQ63GlI/S0mkKcv1IyI/AAAAAAAACm8/PEH4MqbZJfs/s72-c/Goodbye_Goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5254090724580012585</id><published>2009-12-21T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:45:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you believe it?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is around the corner which simply means the year is coming to an end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas &amp;amp; Chinese New Year is the best season i like throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only working hours pass fast, you can see the joy of people buying presents for their friends &amp;amp; family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You walk down the street and you can simply see everyone carrying 4-5 shopping bag with lots of gift wrapper popping out of the shopping bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy the spirit of joy, i enjoy the atmosphere it brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the year is coming to the end, i better post everything that i wanna post throughout the year. New year means a new start. I don't wanna wait for another 12 months before i get a new start again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5254090724580012585?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5254090724580012585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5254090724580012585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5254090724580012585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5254090724580012585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-believe-it-christmas-is-around.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8753983856467394685</id><published>2009-12-03T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:48:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only blogger can make uploading picture a hundred times easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8753983856467394685?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8753983856467394685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8753983856467394685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8753983856467394685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8753983856467394685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only-blogger-can-make-uploading.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5241763514824543951</id><published>2009-11-17T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:35:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizing ain't easy</title><content type='html'>Stiffen neck! Argh&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning or organizing for an event or discussion isn't an easy job, being a sales consultant is 100 times easier to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The process of gathering all the information or people up is tough, either you don't get a respond from your target audience, or you can't compromise to everyone date &amp;amp; time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it sucks for not being able to get everyone together, it suck even more if you get blame by people for not doing a good job, the sense of satisfaction that it brings is much more harder than the sense of failure that it brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually organizing something is a challenging &amp;amp; interesting thing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call up everyone, jot it down on your personal handbook whose coming &amp;amp; whose not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What activities will be coming out, etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember planning for Mom birthday celebration this year, and it was a real success, I wouldn't say its perfect, but at least I manage to get everyone together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind of feeling that it gives is awesome, sense of satisfaction was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hard work &amp;amp; effort put in paid off, but well, not an easy job then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think you can do a good want, do it yourself then, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think it's easy? Try it yourself, i may have done a lousy job, but it takes 2 hand to clap boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5241763514824543951?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5241763514824543951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5241763514824543951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5241763514824543951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5241763514824543951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/11/organizing-aint-easy.html' title='Organizing ain&apos;t easy'/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-4629666409012731614</id><published>2009-10-25T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:48:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone have this song?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these precious moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be a gift from heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's holding me all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how i found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful that i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that i have a love so true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hold, to keep, to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my heart, i can no longer hold inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the love i used to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll always be with you until the very end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this world, there is no place i'll rather be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my life, my soul, my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And through it all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you've come to see that you're the one till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my friends around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say you'd be gone too soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, i'm gonna make them see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've found our way back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll always be till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-4629666409012731614?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4629666409012731614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=4629666409012731614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4629666409012731614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4629666409012731614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-anyone-have-this-song-till-end-all.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1887286782241243496</id><published>2009-10-21T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:27:38.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you expect me to say, how i wish i was the devil for one second&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1887286782241243496?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1887286782241243496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1887286782241243496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1887286782241243496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1887286782241243496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-you-expect-me-to-say-how-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2868543680697031769</id><published>2009-10-18T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:45:07.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't need a lifetime to know how important a person is to you.&lt;div&gt;All you need is a moment in time. Let the moment freeze for a second &amp;amp; you know you can't afford to lose them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm basically a very lazy person, half of my time which i regretted wasting are cause by laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thought just came up to me like a strike of lightning, i have a girlfriend who will always send a message to us girls after we meet up saying how the time together for us is short, but she still enjoy every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i receive her message my lips will just automatically transform into a smile of warmth, but i never did bother to reply her message because i was lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i suddenly remember, how she's there for me when i'm feeling low. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to my nonsense, accompanying me to register for school signing of document etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole of my admission for school, she was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memories make me realize, how she &amp;amp; every single one of you out there who has once lend me a helping hand, give me words of encouragement are important to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always remember how the help smoothen my path, i will always remember how each words of encouragement fill up my heart with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how i can repay the kindness, i don't know how to show my gratitude, but take my words seriously for once, if one day you're in need of help &amp;amp; you can't find anyone, i'll be there . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2868543680697031769?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2868543680697031769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2868543680697031769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2868543680697031769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2868543680697031769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-need-lifetime-to-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-7889835915296432181</id><published>2009-10-13T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:47:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a nice day spend with classmates &amp;amp; yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spicy lala ramen has got the best soup base! Mamamiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I want more Ramen Ten)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did all my Libra Babes &amp;amp; Dudes enjoy their day born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so, for me i definitely have a great one because sorrow isn't here to accompanied me this year, surprises is enough to stop my heart from pumping blood, ahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till here, i'll come back to upload photos after my exam end, i haven't been uploading photo for months?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope blogger has already improve themselves by making uploading photo easier for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada, exam exam exam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't fancy Basic Econ, the graph is complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Media studies &amp;amp; advertising is definitely interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to complete my Dip with a good grade &amp;amp; further my studies abroad, provided i have the capital to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pursuing Filming maybe? One step at a time, there's still many things to be learn in Mass Communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see how Ris Low look like leh, all my classmates have seen her before, Nic even went furthermore to shout 'booms' or whatever with her around, the school isn't that big what, why don't i see her?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7889835915296432181?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7889835915296432181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7889835915296432181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7889835915296432181'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3429880379296912443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3429880379296912443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-by-looking-at-disability-of-others.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-4504855319483822313</id><published>2009-10-08T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:50:16.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seems to have no passion and am not enthusiastic to keep my blog alive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyayayayayaya, gotta keep my blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-4504855319483822313?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4504855319483822313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=4504855319483822313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4504855319483822313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4504855319483822313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-seems-to-have-no-passion-and-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1331093601383325155</id><published>2009-10-02T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:25:46.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a crazy Mom who is more than a Mom to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She play and fool around with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she speaks ugly truth to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I like to play a lot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said i'm suffering from depression, i need a doctor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahahaha, crazy la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Media Studies later, and it marks the last day of school, awaiting for the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just shortly 2 months of school yet the true colour of everyone is beginning to surface,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to think that things can be simple, but my surrounding are people who think complication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't just look at things from one side, some times things aren't the way you think it is, this is true, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1331093601383325155?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1331093601383325155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1331093601383325155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1331093601383325155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1331093601383325155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-crazy-mom-who-is-more-than-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-243501889180747336</id><published>2009-09-28T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:49:12.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the future not our to see, que sera sera.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooohooo, the best part of work is to fool around, disturbing people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the flu, my laughter seems to become so fake, my laughter goes ke ke ke ke ke now, i just recover and now I'm catching it again! Wtf, Wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple dinner will always be nice with the right company. I always get upset after meeting up, no idea why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, i wanna have fun! I wanna fool around, i don't care whether I'm immature or not in other people point of view, it just shows that you don't understand me well enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahahahaha, I'm immature la! Bodoh! Ke ke ke ke ke ke ke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-243501889180747336?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/243501889180747336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=243501889180747336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/243501889180747336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/243501889180747336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-sera-sera-whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2358509812892607585</id><published>2009-09-25T09:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:42:41.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>Just focus, that's what Nigel said to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focus? I don't know what's the meaning behind it, but i'll find out one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basic Economic test later, to be honest, I'm not prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither am I prepared for my Piano Lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 years ago, then 1 year ago, and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is coming, 4 Oct, i should be excited, but I'm not now with the past experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this day, i always get myself upset, though I try hard not to. My friends did prepare all those surprises for me, sending me their sweetest well wishes; but whenever the date is near, many things would happen, and I will end up going insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take last year for example, i quarreled with Uncle, i threw my temper in front of all those adult, just look at how kiddish can i be! Freak man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, i quarreled with Mom due to money issues not once but several times, and then my best friend landed herself in hospital because of some tumor in her body, and i tried adding my cousin in Fb and i got rejected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, my sis wanna pick a fight with me also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i fail to play a role as a good sis, but the problem is you only listen to your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's income allow us to have the basic necessity , you have clothes to wear, you've got a shelter for you, you've got good food to eat. What else do you still want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're angry at Dad for always nagging at you, yes we don't like his nagging, but ask yourself is your hp bill really way too high? Don't compare yourself with your friends, you should know your family background, you should know your parents doesn't have extra to spare, it's all for your future education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad love you more than anything else, but how do you treat him, let me tell you, you treat him by always writing in your blog whenever he makes you angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He love us, it's just that he doesn't know how to use the right way to shower his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The laptop issues, what's wrong with you. We're a family, we can share, why do you have to think that mine is way better than yours and i should fucking stop using yours since mine is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Mom to use my laptop that's because my screen is bigger, she doesn't have to strain his eyes to look at the small screen, do you have to get jealous over such a small matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can use mine if you want to, the reason why i bought this laptop it's because the features suit me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you like to make comparison? It'll only kill you, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you just appreciate what you have, what Mom has done for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i were your age, all i know is to fool around, quarreled with Mom every night and day. Return home late from school, and the worse thing Mom said to me was, you don't have to attend my funeral if I'm dead one day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask yourself, have you ever given the basic respect that you should give as the youngest in the family, have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to walk the path that i've taken before? You should know better than anyone else how i've walk all this route, all this years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always envious how luxurious other life can be, and that's when i start to lost myself, start to fail to see what's more important than the love of families &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis, you're luckier than me, don't take things for granted, not until you start to lose something precious to you in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2358509812892607585?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8053262207669495601</id><published>2009-09-24T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:12:15.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes . . .</title><content type='html'>Whatever it is coming, I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;div&gt;Neither do i want it to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop fucking say that I'm emotional, I just think a lot more than you guys, it's damn fucking annoying at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we thought we've grew up, just to find that actually we don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we thought that we're in the worse of situation, just to find out that there's people out there whose worse than us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes,  we're blinded by our emotions to know what's the reason which affect us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, you thought everything was beautiful, but what's the ugly truth that's hidden behind the beauty of our eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always have a lot of conversations with Mom, and Mom once told me this, Wei, don't make your thoughts too complicated, make your thoughts simpler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish i could, yes i could in the past, i could think that everything was simple and then i would start to wonder why must adult make simple things so complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i could no longer make things simple, not anymore, it would be scary if i were to tell you, i doubt people around me, i doubt whether they're true to me, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just so afraid that i were to be hurt one day, so i let my imagination run wild, thinking that someone whom i love were come to me one day and say that you know Min, all this years, i actually dislike you, blah blah blah . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do feel like I'm an alien at times, when i can't get people to understand why I'm having all this thought, all this emotion, all this action, sometimes not even the closest, the closest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like sunshine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8053262207669495601?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-445704470193383397</id><published>2009-09-22T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:50:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go anywhere, i was working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be shock to hear that i had a wonderful weekend because i work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i've complain and grumble thousand of times I'm so sick of my work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honestly those weekend i was working damn happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past, i've always had this feeling that I'm not going to work but play instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things started to change this year, when a couple of incident happen, and it only affect my morality to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of resigning just kept floating in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since this year, I've never felt joy in working,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the days of working totally sucks without Rose, Jay, Qi, Khai, Clar. around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, after 7mths, i found the passion back to work again, i had the feel of playing instead of working again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just weeks ago i told my manager how sick i am of working, now she must be shock by my sudden change also, ahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, at least work is moving more to the right track already, now it's my fucking studies, don't get it wrong, i love my course, love my lovely course-mates but time just aint enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-445704470193383397?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/445704470193383397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=445704470193383397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/445704470193383397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/445704470193383397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-wonderful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-7277662005628172109</id><published>2009-09-13T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:54:32.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel bad for making Van feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu Ren, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Van to be happy, dont wanna see her sad.&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time i've seen her so moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bring some food to cheer her up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7277662005628172109?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7277662005628172109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7277662005628172109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7277662005628172109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7277662005628172109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-bad-for-making-van-feel-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6525776724792459296</id><published>2009-09-12T05:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:15:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sis broke my favourite sling bag. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling vex, for whatever the reason it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6525776724792459296?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6525776724792459296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6525776724792459296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6525776724792459296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6525776724792459296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sis-broke-my-favourite-sling-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5794099069866580087</id><published>2009-09-11T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:43:25.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone that i'm close to, they were all simply become my Dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, i got a shock when Grace told me over the phone that Ting met with an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited her &amp;amp; the ex-boyfriend at CGH.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went back to the same old place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round to visit Sharon, my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the procedure of signing in/out was ever so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things wasn't good, wasn't what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting serious &amp;amp; i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be cancer it may be not.&lt;br /&gt;I see my dear friend tear, i saw through all her emotions, and i felt so strongly for/with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tear, that's not me, i never ever tear in front of anyone no matter how much i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She simply remind me of Mom, remind me of how Mom fought through all those years when she was a young adult till now she's still fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, both of them brought this word back again, cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone know the meaning of it, but who really do know how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She make me realise one thing, the value of friendship doesnt go by years, 10 years, 20 years it's just a figure , a figure with no significant meaning behind it if you haven't gone through thick &amp;amp; thin , joy &amp;amp; sorrow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always imagaine, if one of my dearest friend were to leave me one day, would i tear, would i feel anything, and my heart says no, but she make me realise, if there's one day, i were to lose anyone of you out there, it will do a great impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sick, yet she still remember that my birthday is just around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;she text me, girl after my operation, i wanna come out &amp;amp; celebrate your birthday with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she has given me the best birthday present, i dont need more, just this few words it's enough for me to remember it for live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason, it's just that we dont get to see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, you hear me? If you could, bless my Dearest Buddy the strength to fight this battle bravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, Ting got me so worrying about her, she would have already left me if the Bus Driver didn't see her. &lt;em&gt;(I dont want her to leave me for she always dote on me like a little kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All these years, Mom is a regular guest of the hotel, apparently i'm numb with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sharon, i would never want to see her in the hotel, she just dont seem like one who belong to that place, but when god wants to play a joke on human, there's nothing you could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5794099069866580087?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5794099069866580087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5794099069866580087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5794099069866580087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5794099069866580087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-that-im-close-to-they-were-all.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-262516686542675082</id><published>2009-09-11T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:22:13.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you've got so much things you want to pen down, you simply don't know where and what to start from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-262516686542675082?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/262516686542675082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=262516686542675082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/262516686542675082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/262516686542675082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-youve-got-so-much-things-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6485543106515157284</id><published>2009-09-10T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:04:52.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things to be written into words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time and number are just figure which sometimes represent nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How immature I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How suspicious &amp;amp; defensive i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sometimes my heart is just so 'narrow minded'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday message for V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chat with Kelly (My Manager)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time &amp;amp; money consuming world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24hr a day. How long was it that i ever felt that 24hr a day was enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6485543106515157284?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6485543106515157284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6485543106515157284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6485543106515157284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6485543106515157284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/many-things-to-be-written-into-words.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2644028941432093547</id><published>2009-09-09T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:06:19.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;should put down my pride and stop acting immature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2644028941432093547?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2644028941432093547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2644028941432093547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2644028941432093547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2644028941432093547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-should-put-down-my-pride-and-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6741590103133493317</id><published>2009-09-05T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:28:01.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This conversation is real damn funny man .. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Van i have a secret to tell her &amp;amp; that the secret will shock her.&lt;br /&gt;( Secret was to tell her that Jason Tsou was my boyfriend which is hell impossible )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took so long to reply so i told Jen she's searching for a knife to kill me for teasing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she didnt know it and she thought i really had a boyfriend, i did shock her but her reply shock me back in return, haaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]Vanessa[/b] 59 days to go. says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;FXXXXX(The guy name i'm having a crush on)?&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;I GO TAKE KNIFE ALR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Wei ' there's a devil in each and every one of your heart says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]Vanessa[/b] 59 days to go. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW LONG ALR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Wei ' there's a devil in each and every one of your heart says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;NO LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i fool Nu Ren, she really thought Jason Tsou was my boyfriend and she was so happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nu Ren ah, Jason Tsou &amp;amp; me is like world apart la, how on earth can i get such a handsome boyfriend, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6741590103133493317?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6741590103133493317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=6741590103133493317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6741590103133493317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/6741590103133493317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-conversation-is-real-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-6835160672179891613</id><published>2009-09-04T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:49:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm someone with no saving.&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of money that i'm earning now, i cant save either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I splurge on boyfriend again, this is something i cant control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much want to join my coursemates for dinner, it'll be fun&lt;br /&gt;but i know one meal will simply cost me 20 bucks or more , i cant possibly tell them i dont have enough money to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama always like to say this,&lt;br /&gt;it will never be a problem if money can solve it.&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem! Pennyless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Fee, Exam Fee, Insurance, Transportation, NTUC Card = BOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be dependent on anyone, i dont want people to show me empathy&lt;br /&gt;Yet , . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tasting brankurpt again, oh sucks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, i'm someone who never gamble, but now i actually buy 4D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the brighter side, i invested on some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last choice, sell my Blushypink (PSP) away.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this, i love you but you're my last hope, you're the only one who can help me with the state i'm in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do shopping .. . . . . very much ='(&lt;br /&gt;(I can't do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh all loves one, i'm gonna be thick skin this year.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is coming like weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my wishlist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar pick&lt;br /&gt;Water bottle&lt;br /&gt;Some vouchers for me to shop ( Capitaland will do ) Hohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;Itouch ( No no too expensive , i'll buy it myself if i have the money )&lt;br /&gt;Unique stylish notebook&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird Fly ( I'm left with this to complete my cam collection )&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Cards! ( I like traditional mailing )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did this before, i'm seriously desperate for money la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's just a say, you guys dont have to take my post seriously,&lt;br /&gt;but i will appreciate if you guys can give me your well wishes, if anyone of you is missing from my list of expected people , i swear i'm gonna smack your ass upside down =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing i wish my coursemates will wish me especially him&lt;/em&gt; ( I'm smiling cheekily )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-6835160672179891613?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6835160672179891613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Sentosa on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to do some last minute sit up.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, bring those super duper powerful sunblock lotion okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei dont wanna get sunburn!&lt;br /&gt;She scare already, haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7164155923232386296?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7164155923232386296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7164155923232386296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7164155923232386296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7164155923232386296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentosa-on-saturday-i-think-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-283379133633577635</id><published>2009-08-27T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:08:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the 4th day . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dear diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-283379133633577635?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/283379133633577635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=283379133633577635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/283379133633577635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/283379133633577635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-4th-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2843023964459670830</id><published>2009-08-26T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:54:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's no miracle , no miracle, no miracle . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly upset that i didnt get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for not joining my clasamates for the C.S Revision,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont have the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm feeling down, i like to be with myself,&lt;br /&gt;for i will be extremely quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont look forward to anything right at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a zombie, maybe a little of sponsorship for shopping and delicious food will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont understand why i'm so upset because i'm seriously sick of the life in Esprit!&lt;br /&gt;Plus VMSD really has got a very good pay and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have very very very spicy and hot steamboat now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2843023964459670830?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2843023964459670830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2843023964459670830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2843023964459670830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2843023964459670830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-no-miracle-no-miracle-no-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-7985739727520264896</id><published>2009-08-26T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:03:58.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got so excited about the interview, i didnt get the job in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Thought i could end my days in Esprit, have a higher pay job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing seriously drains my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental Marketing exam is over, i will pass though i did a last minute revision.&lt;br /&gt;But this isnt what i want, what i want is to put in my best in the exam and apparently i did not and i still dont knw how to use my time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication skill exam is 1 day away,&lt;br /&gt;cant get things into my brain now. I think catching some sleep will be better since i'm not in the right mood to study anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion, have a good sleep, tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting headaches from sunday till now, irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7985739727520264896?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7985739727520264896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7985739727520264896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7985739727520264896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7985739727520264896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-so-excited-about-interview-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2977303025100749434</id><published>2009-08-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:36:32.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter what games you play, when there is pure laughter, the memory stays with the child forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2977303025100749434?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2977303025100749434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2977303025100749434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2977303025100749434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2977303025100749434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-matter-what-games-you-play-when.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-5292731743248740082</id><published>2009-08-21T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:21:14.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers' Day is coming real soon!&lt;br /&gt;Next week? I'm gonna get the whole class to go back to school again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had Hayashi Rice @ Mai Masion with dearest, ambience &amp; all it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to go back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.sis called, since i'm just a few meteres away from her working place drop-by and said Hi, i finally understood why she kept on complaning that her uniform is ugly, it seriously is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VMSD called me , finally , i was so freaking happy ,&lt;br /&gt;went for the interview and i screw up probably 10% on the conversation ='(&lt;br /&gt;(That guy who called is cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get good results for my exam, hope that all my mates can do well also.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that G.sis can pass her P.T in October&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i can successfully get the job&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i wont repeat history again, gambatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last one, i hope to really learn how to use every minutes and seconds of my time wisely. And not waste it away like how i use to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much should i save per month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-5292731743248740082?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5292731743248740082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=5292731743248740082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5292731743248740082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/5292731743248740082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-is-coming-real-soon-next.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1022294938893740152</id><published>2009-08-19T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:49:58.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm alone at home now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone inside my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feel good, i'm moving at my own pace,&lt;br /&gt;i'm practising my instrument without having to worry that my awful skill will disturb others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing non stop, i love this moment,&lt;br /&gt;build a castle in the air, humming to tune, doing your own revision for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile the hp rings and you return the msg,&lt;br /&gt;continue doing your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, i felt peace and freedom. It's awesome =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-1022294938893740152?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1022294938893740152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=1022294938893740152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1022294938893740152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/1022294938893740152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-alone-at-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8841884051691420010</id><published>2009-08-18T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:07:15.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resume resume resume</title><content type='html'>Which fucking idiot would go and make mistake in their own resume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the idiot! Argh, this totally shit me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake by typing in wrongly my Mobile no. , MY MOBILE NUMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resume is such an important thing, i actually made a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be so careless, hate to be so blur like a sotong,&lt;br /&gt;friends will find it funny or cute, but when it comes to serious business, fuck i feel like smacking myself upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances of them calling me 'low' , i let the $10 fly away,&lt;br /&gt;i let the chance of leaving Esprit runaway . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with Rose around, working doesnt seem so saddistic anymore, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8841884051691420010?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8841884051691420010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8841884051691420010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8841884051691420010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8841884051691420010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/resume-resume-resume.html' title='Resume resume resume'/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-1531785421290347572</id><published>2009-08-17T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:49:46.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I end work @ 2pm actually, i told Mom i end @ 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, i dont wanna go home, i cant practise my piano&lt;br /&gt;bad bad thing, might skip my piano lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather skip than let my teacher listen to junks that i play.&lt;br /&gt;( I feel so bad for skipping lesson though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with G.sis!&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk her, made me spend so much, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel boring being with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loitering around . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2719129288295619876</id><published>2009-08-17T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:45:38.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home , a place for shelter, a place for love, a place to hide from the reality world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a place that i dont wanna go, beats me going, rather stay with G.sis if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, quickly recover so that Aunt can go home!&lt;br /&gt;you dont realise that we're suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should put yourself in our shoes instead of scolding us.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt it's not that you're not good but you dont fit into our world, seriously it irritates us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, sis got scolded because of you, i'm getting annoyed by you but you dont realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unfillial, gomei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2719129288295619876?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2719129288295619876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2719129288295619876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2719129288295619876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2719129288295619876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-place-for-shelter-place-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-7975791997460588646</id><published>2009-08-16T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:15:16.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Until after his death , &lt;br /&gt;that i began to search the depths of my memory for happy encounters&lt;br /&gt;&amp; shared activities and experiences with him - The Reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we always do in parts and parcel of life,&lt;br /&gt;lose something and then search for it with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came across this phrase while reading The Reader,&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa came immediately into my mind, that phrase brought out exactly what situation &lt;br /&gt;i'm in when i miss Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunar 7th Month is coming again, the smell of incense paper will bring back the memory again . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-7975791997460588646?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7975791997460588646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=7975791997460588646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7975791997460588646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/7975791997460588646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/until-after-his-death-that-i-began-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-8832208475618706497</id><published>2009-08-14T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:18:03.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moms' back, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been sleeping and eating well for the past few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;i eat for the sake of hunger, i sleep for the sake of conquering tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, did i make myself sound pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely not, seriously,at the very least I've got all the love that i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental love, friends love, conursemates love, family loves.&lt;br /&gt;What else do you expect? Boyfriend love? Hmmmm, i only saw my eye candy twice in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the class caught my attention though, heez heez&lt;br /&gt;not someone that is in my list of boyfriend, but he just caught my attention la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate money, but i cant live without it. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll be posting this post soon, 1yr and how many months in Esprit, it's time for me to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feipa ask me this question: &lt;br /&gt;' are you sure you want to resign? you've been working for quite sometime, do you think it's worth it just because of that few colleague? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i understand, friends has been asking me to ask for a transfer.&lt;br /&gt;but i was the one who said i want to stay in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i could leave a good impression for everyone before i leave&lt;br /&gt;looking at the state now, it's quite impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-8832208475618706497?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8832208475618706497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=8832208475618706497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8832208475618706497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/8832208475618706497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/moms-back-finally-havent-been-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-4526910350356580584</id><published>2009-08-07T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:32:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAL &amp;amp; JAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a fun time choosing present for Jac&lt;br /&gt;it's the coolest present I've bought, under our budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the computer life span is almost up, he can't multi-task anymore&lt;br /&gt;part of the reasons why i didn't upload photo for the blog for so long, computer will go against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make anymore promises, i always make empty want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ader, where's my hayashi rice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-4526910350356580584?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4526910350356580584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=4526910350356580584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4526910350356580584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/4526910350356580584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-zal-jac-i-had-such-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-3228941383689226901</id><published>2009-08-07T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:24:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a matter of how you want things to be,&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of whether you chose sorrow or joy,&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of whether you choose to be positive or negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try doing it, it's not easy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm carrying a load that not normal teenagers should carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seriously think that I'm not concern about everything or anything&lt;br /&gt;if you think that I'm just a childish , useless, attitude, emotional brat who doesn't know how to think&lt;br /&gt;if you think of whatever you can think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, that's just the surface of me . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-3228941383689226901?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3228941383689226901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=3228941383689226901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3228941383689226901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/3228941383689226901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-matter-of-how-you-want-things-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-595949927956518892</id><published>2009-08-04T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:48:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck that fucking asshole!&lt;br /&gt;She's a piss pest man！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking dislike her to the max. man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the fucking idiot who always say i'm rude, as if you're very 'moral' educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She happily gave me $5 for the present when it's suppose to be $8.(Fuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims that this is fair because everyone's share of present is always $5 &amp; we never mention that we're getting present for Jen's 21st, all we did is collect money from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU OKAY! SINCE WHEN DID YOU GUYS ASK US WHETHER WE WANT TO SHARE PRESENT FOR MAY OR WHOEVER?! YOU GUYS JUST SIMPLY COLLECT MONEY FROM US WITHOUT US KNOWING ANYTHING, AND MIND YOU IT'S MORE THAN $5 OKAY! CHEEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even bother look at her or quarrel with her man, Van was on my mind when Piss pest told me that, immediately called Van &amp; rant at her after my work end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Kak Rose la, cause after Poh Ching left she immediately came up to me and say 'MinWei, i'll give you $8'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i guess i mention her name, yah LEE POH CHING is her name!&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, it's her who make my work life miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care whether someone is reading it anot, but if this post spreads to her ear, i bet she'll say that i'm a rude person again, fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say i'm rude, my Mom educated me very well in CME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only rude to you, asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-595949927956518892?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/595949927956518892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=595949927956518892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/595949927956518892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/595949927956518892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuck-that-fucking-asshole-shes-piss.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2479774258799280324</id><published>2009-07-25T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:55:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 days ago, i was at Jen 21st Bbday chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Giving Van her very belated bday suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later, school started.&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from work.&lt;br /&gt;School was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the week is almost coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;School makes time pass so fast &amp;amp; i'm enjoying it &amp;amp; my friends are happy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my 2 Nu Ren, Ting, Zijie, Mom, Ader&lt;br /&gt;they 're anxious about how school was , for me.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Mom she's so worried that i wont get use to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i say, it warms my heart to see all those text of concern, it's a kind of feeling, a kind of feeling that you cant describe, a kind of feeling telling you that they're true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found myself back after all this months, to be honest i dont hate my work but i dont look forward to it at times. I feel like i'm being lock in a cell when i'm working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be cautious about everything which is damn tiring to the soul .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see PohLeong, Van &amp;amp; Jen tomorrow! Like finally!&lt;br /&gt;Here i come! Dont miss me too much . hohohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2479774258799280324?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2479774258799280324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2479774258799280324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2479774258799280324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2479774258799280324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-days-ago-i-was-at-jen-21st-bbday.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-2879575264475878474</id><published>2009-07-24T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:44:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Lady Gaga？</title><content type='html'>This lady has been bothering me like weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother as in i'm clueless about why so many people fancy her?&lt;br /&gt;She's the pop icon or fashion icon or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde hair with that very short straight fringe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea no idea no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why mention Lady Gaga all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;Because there's this 'Lady Gaga' in my class whom everyone is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;The blonde hair lady that i mention earlier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-2879575264475878474?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2879575264475878474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=2879575264475878474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2879575264475878474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/2879575264475878474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-is-lady-gaga.html' title='Who is Lady Gaga？'/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37051096.post-477965408609384748</id><published>2009-07-23T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:35:35.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class is fun! I get to know more &amp;amp; more classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discuss about movies , newspaper, advert, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always know that putting up advert on newspapers are expensive but never expected it to be that EXPENSIVE! It can actually cost you almost 9 figures if you do a big want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to ask Carinna this funny question&lt;br /&gt;Me: So how do they charge for Obituary？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, laugh, laugh, my teacher is a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;Simply love the conversation between him &amp;amp; Hellboy. (Makes the class laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the thing lecturer mention in class yesterday which everyone should know&lt;br /&gt;'Do something that will enhance , nourishes your soul'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys watch this movie, it's a real touching movie.&lt;br /&gt;Kramer vs Kramer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing lesson today, i notice my lesson has got alot to do with Combined Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;Dhyana agree with me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from working everyday &amp;amp; school are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有勇气说出口那是因为我独自悲伤过了&lt;br /&gt;能够用笑脸来面对一切那也是因为我独自悲伤过了&lt;br /&gt;人走出了悲伤真的会变坚强&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37051096-477965408609384748?l=fakeimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/feeds/477965408609384748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37051096&amp;postID=477965408609384748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/477965408609384748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37051096/posts/default/477965408609384748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeimage.blogspot.com/2009/07/class-is-fun-i-get-to-know-more-more.html' title=''/><author><name>MINWEI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11690071345878767492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
