<?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-5165658067367490282</id><updated>2012-01-29T14:48:17.920+08:00</updated><category term='I thought that we were building something strong..'/><category term='why are we in different sch'/><category term='Haiz.'/><category term='I Dont just wanna be a gentlemen.I wanna be her gentlemen.'/><category term='Some of the things i said to you i was actually not Joking...'/><category term='But its too late.'/><category term='Ling Jing Jia You (+ TayGayWay too) XD'/><category term='JY NJP'/><category term='can we use the staff toliet'/><category term='I really hope i could find you...'/><category term='Its a memory I wont delete.'/><category term='Arthur Calwell once said it is better to be defeated on principle than to win on lies'/><category term='even the best fall down sometimes.'/><category term='im just trying to make you laugh...can you laugh?'/><category term='So in love with your personality. 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You can do it :)'/><category term='i gotta make the first move cuz if i dun you&apos;re gonna start hatin me..'/><category term='You&apos;re always on my mind =)'/><category term='pls...'/><category term='you&apos;ve never given?'/><category term='replay~'/><category term='Its nt right for her..I cant just go and leave her alone.'/><category term='Dont wana try no more'/><category term='sorry is nt enough now.'/><category term='When one is lost a new one is born.(shld i buy a new one?)'/><category term='i wan faster buy bball shoes and ball'/><category term='just wan you to know that i still love you.'/><category term='start anew?'/><category term='you wont be able to see this. haiz.'/><category term='Always have sth to look forward to. Thats what makes life exciting.'/><category term='Its nvr over.'/><category term='pls comment.'/><category term='number 13'/><category term='Now I know why you always want me to blog first. HAHA'/><category term='and everything will be perfect.&quot;'/><category term='with you on the dance floor.'/><category term='maybe before its too late.'/><category term='should i tell you?'/><category term='Tired of trying so hard'/><category term='two cases.still counting.'/><category term='I will wait for you.'/><category term='What a plan. or is it not?'/><category term='I&apos;m gonna change...'/><category term='the one beside the council room near parade square?one teacher kaobei me-.-'/><category term='but i&apos;ll try every way till i&apos;ve lost .'/><category term='whatever manzxc'/><category term='Maybe you&apos;re right wat i dreamt will nvr happen..its all just a fantasy.'/><category term='Time to act like a true best friend. =)'/><category term='Life&apos;s like the scenery now-Beautiful'/><category term='i dun know how long i can bear.'/><category term='will love come around?'/><category term='i&apos;ll find that star.'/><category term='you said you&apos;d wait.'/><category term='hangover of being love drunk.'/><category term='less than 3'/><category term='10 or 7'/><category term='No one has ever fixed the puzzle that I see inside..'/><category term='Am I still who I am to you?'/><category term='Its gonna be the same things happening again =('/><category term='Dedicated a special friend.Kim JooHwan'/><category term='I have a feeling you&apos;re just using me.'/><category term='continuing the good.'/><category term='u told me that theres a million ppl out there...but i&apos;ll tell you you&apos;re the one out of that million...'/><category term='TAYLORSWIFT~~~~~'/><category term='im confused.'/><category term='Far far away.'/><category term='a feeling that i nvr had before'/><category term='&quot;take one step back'/><category term='I kinda enjoyed blogging this post.'/><category term='nobody&apos;s perfect'/><category term='I&apos;m picking myself up.'/><category term='=)'/><category term='I had been living in a dream.'/><category term='you&apos;re happy? I&apos;m happy.'/><category term='How can you get sth'/><category term='You are very important to me.'/><category term='i understand now.'/><category term='Beg for you'/><category term='Read it closely'/><category term='Thats my sister you idiot...'/><category term='The bad thing is Time flies. The good thing is that you&apos;re the pilot.'/><category term='will you one day...'/><category term='And its too late now to put out the fire.'/><category term='its just white...read it if you want...'/><category term='Part of the list.'/><category term='nothing interesting happened.'/><title type='text'>Music is guidance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7312207012782821261</id><published>2012-01-29T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:48:17.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And the ones who&apos;ve never been.'/><title type='text'>The ones who've been there for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEJys9HSfRM/TyQOfuVn5hI/AAAAAAAAARE/X-mjDk6htvM/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEJys9HSfRM/TyQOfuVn5hI/AAAAAAAAARE/X-mjDk6htvM/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny that they're just so important.&lt;br /&gt;They don't come around very often.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like when you're walking down the street and you see a random someone,&lt;br /&gt;"HEY HI HO"&lt;br /&gt;Bam! you two become friends.&lt;br /&gt;No. It doesn't work that way. Unless you're an idiot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Because making friends also means investing trust.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, there's gonna be that one day when you're gonna have&lt;br /&gt;to share your problems with that friend whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're gonna unconsciously share it with a random stranger then...&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE AN IDIOT. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the amazing things I find about friends is that&lt;br /&gt;all of them are Unique.&lt;br /&gt;You can't find a friend having the exact personality as another.&lt;br /&gt;If you think of it in a small group,&lt;br /&gt;like in school or your work place,&lt;br /&gt;then definitely its obvious that you can't find someone that's the same.&lt;br /&gt;But if you really think of it in terms of couple of years later,&lt;br /&gt;when you've meet hundreds of new people,&lt;br /&gt;you'll realise that there's really no one quite like that particular friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always that one friend you can always turn to when you have problems.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's one that you know no matter how hard you try,&lt;br /&gt;you can never go about a day with them without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's one that has a REALLY REALLY Irritating flaw&lt;br /&gt;that annoys the CRAP out of you but you just seem to like them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm going through the different types of friends,&lt;br /&gt;different names starts to appear in your head YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon if its a NO, that only means YOU GOT NO FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;LOL JK &lt;br /&gt;or maybe you just got too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how different all your friends can be.&lt;br /&gt;They're all there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really get to choose your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You just meet that person by fate and ever since then,&lt;br /&gt;the two of you took off instantly as friends.&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you go around surveying &lt;br /&gt;"hmmm you're smart, ok you be my friend"&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm you're hairy , ok you're not my friend"&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm you're 1 cm taller than me, ok you're not my friend."&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm you love hairy russian dudes? ok you're my friend"&lt;br /&gt;.......right? &lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as much as you wanna Troll and deny, XD&lt;br /&gt;my smartass can conclude that,&lt;br /&gt;They're all there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Swoozie mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;the saying "everything happens for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;is only for things that happened that you can't control&lt;br /&gt;like someone entering your life, or an accident that occurred.&lt;br /&gt;Not for example,you decided to hook up with somebody and say&lt;br /&gt;" Everything happens for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;The friends you meet are definitely there&lt;br /&gt;to teach/show you something about Life that you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lay back one day and think about the people around you&lt;br /&gt;that have made an impact in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that the people around you,&lt;br /&gt;is gonna&amp;nbsp; be the mirror of your character.&lt;br /&gt;So what if, you didn't meet that one friend?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still be who you are now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-od9K0KCntuA/TyQPri16IpI/AAAAAAAAARU/KvFL64iaOMA/s1600/IMG_2703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-od9K0KCntuA/TyQPri16IpI/AAAAAAAAARU/KvFL64iaOMA/s320/IMG_2703.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with the existence of friends,&lt;br /&gt;There's also gonna be people who hate you, gossip about you, betray you,&lt;br /&gt;People who's gonna make your life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people in the "hater category"&lt;br /&gt;don't even know that they're hating.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its when no matter how you try to please them, &lt;br /&gt;they just won't stop hating on you.&lt;br /&gt;They just wanna bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;And 2 ways on how people would usually react to that.&lt;br /&gt;1.) They blow up like the CrazyAuntieOnTheMRT and starts @#!&amp;amp;%@!&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2.) Their inner self, just tears apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What both reactions have in common is that,&lt;br /&gt;They will start losing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stop being who they really were before,&lt;br /&gt;-Cheerful, Enthusiastic, Positive.&lt;br /&gt;They either become more hot-tempered &lt;br /&gt;feeling like the whole world is against them&lt;br /&gt;or become really depressed and stressed, feeling like&lt;br /&gt;its all their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You can't blame them for feeling that way either.&lt;br /&gt;It's never a nice feeling when someone&lt;br /&gt;betrays you/gossips about you/hates you.&lt;br /&gt;and it's even harder to ignore everything that's happening&lt;br /&gt;When your friends sees all that is going on,&lt;br /&gt;they'll surely try to comfort you and help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is if you can't solve the problem by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you definitely need to get help from a close friend to assess the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to be captain underpants and try to solve the problem yourself&lt;br /&gt;after failing the first time.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just end up hurting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Just Face it, The close friends around sees the situation&lt;br /&gt;in a more composed and calm manner than you do.&lt;br /&gt;So it will be in your best interest to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear people saying,&lt;br /&gt;" I wish people like them don't exist!"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;" I wish they can just eat shit and die" &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the world&lt;br /&gt; would be a scarier place without people like them?&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA DON'T GET ME WRONG,&lt;br /&gt;I also detest people like them,&lt;br /&gt;but imagine life without haters, betrayers,&lt;br /&gt;Won't everyone be so Naive?&lt;br /&gt;No one will understand the value of trust&lt;br /&gt;because everybody would, by then, trust anyone or everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading a book having an analogy for this concept.&lt;br /&gt;" Pain is an unpleasant feeling. But on the positive note, without pain,&lt;br /&gt;You could've gone home without realising that you've actually lost a foot."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Mr.PositivePants here can now say that both your friends and haters&lt;br /&gt;are really important in Life. WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ00pZEhrrA/TyQPHtuy1jI/AAAAAAAAARM/jHZZ1_U1UIo/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have had one of the best 3 years of my life in school .&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in sec 1&lt;br /&gt;I already saw a lot of things about the school that I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;And I have endure 4 more years of this?!&lt;br /&gt;WTS.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my Graduating senior if he ever regretted joining this school,&lt;br /&gt;and he was like&lt;br /&gt;" LOL! OF COURSE NOT LA I met so many brothers here!"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really accept that answer back then,&lt;br /&gt;but right now, I finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;I met one of the greatest friends that I could have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;They definitely made my school life a hell of a Roller Coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;A fun one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember setting a goal for the year.&lt;br /&gt;The goal was like a direction I want to see myself moving to.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, &lt;br /&gt;if my goal was never to spout out any vulgarities,&lt;br /&gt;then the whole year i have to be on that line.&lt;br /&gt;My goal for last year was&lt;br /&gt;"Gentleman of the year." LOL&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda like a personal self improvement thing.&lt;br /&gt;But this year, the goal would be&lt;br /&gt;"Appreciation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 years in WGS,&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda taken those friends who have actually &lt;br /&gt;helped me a lot along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I was never close to these friends but when I needed help,&lt;br /&gt;they're always there.&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I'm really gonna show appreciation to them.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that its not too late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T13ollS4Trg/TyQN1tqmblI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Rn5rNHGjgO4/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one before I end off the post.&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister and older brother.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;My sister irritates me A LOT. But I kinda like her a little.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE'S STILL ANNOYING XD&lt;br /&gt;and my brother...&lt;br /&gt;Well he's just another Handsome dude I look up to XD&lt;br /&gt;Don't really talk to them very often,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm finding time, here and there,to catch up on things. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its really time to show my appreciation &lt;br /&gt;before they're gone.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I still love you. Hope you still feel the same way about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If you do, please let me know. cause I'm really dying in doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7312207012782821261?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7312207012782821261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7312207012782821261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7312207012782821261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7312207012782821261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2012/01/ones-whove-been-there-for-you.html' title='The ones who&apos;ve been there for you.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEJys9HSfRM/TyQOfuVn5hI/AAAAAAAAARE/X-mjDk6htvM/s72-c/IMG_2706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-625014133818460960</id><published>2012-01-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:25:28.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things will get better :)'/><title type='text'>For the first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" dir="rtl" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" dir="rtl" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HEY HO LEGGO!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted anything for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Since school has alr started, its really difficult&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;to find the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;You know they say,&lt;br /&gt;" The Bad thing is that Time Flies,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Good thing is that you're the Pilot"&lt;br /&gt;I think for me, &lt;br /&gt;I don't see how the "Good thing"&lt;br /&gt;is in any way beneficial for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance,&lt;br /&gt;I would just crash whatever I'm piloting.&lt;br /&gt;Because in our hurry to chase after Time,&lt;br /&gt;we only care about how we want things to be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;we forget about how things could not have been in the present. &lt;br /&gt;we kinda miss out the little things in Life.&lt;br /&gt;The little things,&lt;br /&gt;like your parents love that you couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;like your friends care despite showing the least gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;like the difficult times you struggled through that only made you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;It's these little things that could not have been there,&lt;br /&gt;It's these little things that we take for granted,&lt;br /&gt;only to realise its existence once its gone.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation is huge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great start to my school year this year.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was getting a little, JUST A LITTLE,&lt;br /&gt;annoying when ALL the teachers in every subject,&lt;br /&gt;have to constantly remind us about the O levels we have this year,&lt;br /&gt;as if its not hindering us at all. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel that the teachers are more excited than the students.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they've seen so many batches of students not performing at &lt;br /&gt;their highest potential which the teachers saw in them.&lt;br /&gt;Watching my seniors taking their O level results the other day&lt;br /&gt;made me really nervous about the examinations,&lt;br /&gt;because from the statistics and in comparison to my goals,&lt;br /&gt;I really have to work really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I made a deal with Joshua that whatever he gets for L1R4 this year,&lt;br /&gt;I have to beat him with my L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I really hope I don't forget this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being able to see all that familiar faces again,&lt;br /&gt;especially Ms. MengTong Lumie haha! Such a unique partner!&lt;br /&gt;But school had 1 more event that I was really excited for,&lt;br /&gt;partly because its my last SC event in Woodgrove.&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 1 Orientation camp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of plans for this camp.&lt;br /&gt;Now that Hasif is also around to be an OGL,&lt;br /&gt;we gotta make things more interesting. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;E.g.&lt;br /&gt;We had a discussion as to who be the toilet manager&lt;br /&gt;if the sec one's were taking a shower at the shower room.&lt;br /&gt;Because we cannot allow them to take their sweet sweet time&lt;br /&gt;we have to rush them.&lt;br /&gt;In case if sneaky little Hasif and I were doing toilet manager,&lt;br /&gt;we had an idea,&lt;br /&gt;we would bang on the cubical doors&lt;br /&gt;*BANG BANG BANG*&lt;br /&gt;Me : " OI 8 mins is all you get! Then get out!"&lt;br /&gt;8mins later and if they don't come out,&lt;br /&gt;* Hasif takes out bucket of toy cockroaches *&lt;br /&gt;We would angry bird all those little toy insects into the cubical&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of plans for this camp because,&lt;br /&gt;of the previous unpleasant experiences as an OGL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, being an OGL is FUN&lt;br /&gt;HELL FUN &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;But last time, I was inexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;Though there were successful moments, &lt;br /&gt;those failures never fail to haunt me HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Its my 5th time being an OGL &lt;br /&gt;and I'm pretty sure I'm ready hehehe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the past experiences of being an OGL,&lt;br /&gt;if you're gonna be one,&lt;br /&gt;it would be in your best interest to have ready&lt;br /&gt;all your nonsensical cheers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not referring to those performing cheers thats like&lt;br /&gt;" T2! T2! is the best!!"&lt;br /&gt;No. Not that one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to what I call "defense cheer".&lt;br /&gt;something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" GIVE THEM ONE WHATEVER CLAP"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"GIVE THEM ONE LAME CLAP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I SAY MILO YOU SAY DINOSAUR&lt;br /&gt;I SAY DINOSAUR YOU SAY EXTINCT&lt;br /&gt;I SAY EXTINCT YOU SAY YOU STINK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THATS ALL YOU GET!&lt;br /&gt;can't let you in to all of my defense cheer XD&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Last year in 2011 when I was the OGL of class 1E1,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was already prepared to handle the class,&lt;br /&gt;until when I was dragged into this war cheer.&lt;br /&gt;and i failed to defend my class.&lt;br /&gt;I failed.&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLY.&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho so this year, it ain't going down like that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oB4rQnn8cCI/Tw2V96KIHbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hIUuwTvXiyM/s400/Start+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the start of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;One fact.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the SC's here have a common interest&lt;br /&gt;"To be OGL's so don't need to attend class"&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;CONFIRM PLUS CHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really thought everyone was energetic.&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" dir="rtl" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8iV7weSJnQ/Tw2V8ifr-6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qJz87eGrlm8/s1600/Start+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8iV7weSJnQ/Tw2V8ifr-6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qJz87eGrlm8/s400/Start+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could remember clearly, &lt;br /&gt;Feng kun, Hasif and me were the only ones&lt;br /&gt;taking down notes about the camp LOL&lt;br /&gt;SC AH! CAMP HAVEN'T START ALR WANT LEPAK!&lt;br /&gt;#you siao! XD&lt;br /&gt;haha kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbvRak4ekmI/Tw2V77jdCMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3mg1BrLXinA/s1600/Sec+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbvRak4ekmI/Tw2V77jdCMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3mg1BrLXinA/s400/Sec+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T1_RY3FBEGw/Tw2Z9UnBzsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7nZeX_NvVUo/s1600/Campfire%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't be typing about what exactly happened in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Because J.K. ROWLING will kill me if I beat the length&lt;br /&gt;of her Harry potter series with my 2 day 1 night stories!&lt;br /&gt;JK k I know That was lame.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be sharing with you guys, &lt;br /&gt; the special part of this camp for me.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T1_RY3FBEGw/Tw2Z9UnBzsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7nZeX_NvVUo/s1600/Campfire%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T1_RY3FBEGw/Tw2Z9UnBzsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7nZeX_NvVUo/s400/Campfire%2521%2521.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since last year's Sec 1 Orientation campfire night,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really enjoy all the other campfires that I've participated after that.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHY?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HOLLA IMMA TELL YOU WHY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;LOL ( k that's more lame than the first one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Haiz. I don't where to start. I wish I was in your school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;That way I could really really understand how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short,&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to be the Campfire Emcee last year&lt;br /&gt;and when I got that duty, I thought it was really simple.&lt;br /&gt;and I screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was my partner Emcee last year,&lt;br /&gt;and she felt the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was kinda like&lt;br /&gt;embarrassment + Disappointment + more embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Alumni s were there last year,&lt;br /&gt;seniors were there too.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought Rachel and I would do a good job,&lt;br /&gt;but... we screwed it. &lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;After that night, &lt;br /&gt;that campfire experience totally haunt &lt;br /&gt;the rest of my other campfire nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I don't know whats on your mind anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm trying really hard not to say too much but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what came back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you got it.&lt;br /&gt;I got assigned to be campfire Emcee again.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at first because after what happened last year,&lt;br /&gt;it would be crazy if the teachers asked me to be the Emcee again.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily this year, there's like 6 Emcees&lt;br /&gt;Rachel , Veeva , Shermandy, Kah hao , Amirul and Me. &lt;br /&gt;Because of that I was actually not that nervous as&lt;br /&gt;if anything would have cock up, i still got people to back me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I also don't want to give you the impression like i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Because I really do care.Worried about what you're going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before campfire night started,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make the campfire less awkward,more hype.&lt;br /&gt;I was singing and dancing around the campfire area&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A MAD MAN.&lt;br /&gt;thats before the campfire even started LOL.&lt;br /&gt;In the end camp fire went really smooth and the 6 of us&lt;br /&gt;ROCK-ED IT WOOOHOOO! OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hurts to see someone you really like being hurt by someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and you just can't do anything to help that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LbVf4jnIq4/Tw2aBtVW2TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/G1AT8Ip-3L0/s400/Veeva.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhmOuwJ4RJU/Tw2Z_x_sG9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/q_T20ueZR5c/s1600/Rachel%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhmOuwJ4RJU/Tw2Z_x_sG9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/q_T20ueZR5c/s400/Rachel%2521%2521.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qgANeTuyYo/Tw2Z-weTgdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-n5mynU4pf8/s1600/Campfire%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qgANeTuyYo/Tw2Z-weTgdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-n5mynU4pf8/s400/Campfire%2521.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXolF5cksYY/Tw2V2wX1klI/AAAAAAAAAPg/edAnbRSa43U/s1600/Emcee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXolF5cksYY/Tw2V2wX1klI/AAAAAAAAAPg/edAnbRSa43U/s400/Emcee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePT-dB5Go3I/Tw2V2G-SL2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/s6mrSkH5niM/s1600/1T2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePT-dB5Go3I/Tw2V2G-SL2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/s6mrSkH5niM/s400/1T2.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The class I took was 1T2 and each class was accompanied by 4 OGLs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;which means other than me, there was&lt;br /&gt;Aruni, Joseph and Jarrel.&lt;br /&gt;They did an awesome job getting the class together &lt;br /&gt;when preparing for the campfire performance while I was away &lt;br /&gt;preparing for the campfire Emcee.&lt;br /&gt;With their AWESOME leadership,&lt;br /&gt;T2 won 2nd place WOOHOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sorry for being such a nagg the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'll stop :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7RxF0lAQl4/Tw2V0ezpNBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Q6jniAg_cvQ/s400/Closure.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good after the entire camp.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because it was a major success and also&lt;br /&gt;because I've overcome my fear of being the campfire Emcee.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how tired I was after this photo was taken.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually still pretty hyper cuz it just ended&lt;br /&gt;but as I was walking home, the "shag-ness" started kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If you ever need someone to chat with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm always here alright :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back home and I kept about this SC event being my last.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, its from all these SC events that taught me A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I failed so many times in SC,&lt;br /&gt;and its after so many experiences, &lt;br /&gt;I finally succeeded. &lt;br /&gt;Glad that I didn't give up and chicken-ed off halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I feel really glad that I was accepted into SC&lt;br /&gt;when I was in secondary 1.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for the people&lt;br /&gt;I got to know in SC and things i got to do there.&lt;br /&gt;Student Councillor ROCKS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hope one day you'd reply my texts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and go back to how we used to chat :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ILoveYou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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time.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oB4rQnn8cCI/Tw2V96KIHbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hIUuwTvXiyM/s72-c/Start+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4196214048805741178</id><published>2011-12-29T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:23:33.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part of the list.'/><title type='text'>A new year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One of the things I usually do during the last few days &lt;br /&gt;of December is to read the Archives in my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;And by archives I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Archives of the current year of 2011 and also&lt;br /&gt;particularly the archive of December 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO I AINT GOING BACK TO &lt;br /&gt;THE ARCHIVES IN 2008 / 2009 LOL&lt;br /&gt;* embarrassing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a blog, its really nice to re-read &lt;br /&gt;all the nonsense you wrote in your blog for the past&lt;br /&gt;2- 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has always been a place for me&lt;br /&gt;to articulate my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like those reasons why people have diaries.&lt;br /&gt;A reflection paradise. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't the reason why I started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging in 2008&lt;br /&gt;and back then, Blogging was the trend.&lt;br /&gt;I was influenced greatly by the number of my friends &lt;br /&gt;who have blogs and so I decided to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging for me, then became more of&lt;br /&gt;" hoping people would come visit your blog."&lt;br /&gt;But I guess with the grand entrance of &lt;br /&gt;Facebook and Twitter, blogging got lesser attention&lt;br /&gt;And for a period , I stopped blogging too.&lt;br /&gt;I think months after that, I re-entered blogging&lt;br /&gt;with the intention of reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;I believe most of us have participated in camps of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;and most of them have a reflection time where they would&lt;br /&gt;ask you to jot down your thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Blogging to me, became like that.&lt;br /&gt;AND TRUST ME, BLOGGING HELPS PSYCHOLOGICALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHA wont elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 2 days left before the New Year 2012!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna hang out with my friends &lt;br /&gt;during the day of the Countdown HAHA&lt;br /&gt;So I have got to finish all my Homework before this SAT!&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG~&lt;br /&gt;I've also thought of my New Year Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;and this time I'm really want to accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;I have in total of 4 resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To achieve at least 5 A's for O lvl&lt;br /&gt;2. To get into Grade 4 for guitar before the end of next year.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stay committed to Workouts!&lt;br /&gt;4. Be stronger emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year December 2012, Imma re-read this again.&lt;br /&gt;And lets see what happens! Excited~&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/5165658067367490282-4196214048805741178?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4196214048805741178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4196214048805741178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4196214048805741178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4196214048805741178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='A new year?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4088788700115764417</id><published>2011-12-28T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:24:32.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will wait for you.'/><title type='text'>False Hopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You know when you really want something,&lt;br /&gt;you'd do anything to get it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But what if you reach to that point,&lt;br /&gt;where things are just not within your control&lt;br /&gt;and that you just can't do anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you want to impress someone,&lt;br /&gt;you would find out what that person likes and dislikes,&lt;br /&gt;you would spend time to understand that person's style,&lt;br /&gt;you would try ways to make that person feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd do your best to help her up when she's down.&lt;br /&gt;you'd be far more patient than ever when she gives&lt;br /&gt;a negative response and&lt;br /&gt;you'd be there for her when she needs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do all that because you feel something for her.&lt;br /&gt;Because you know its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you had it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that she felt the same way as you.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that you were building sth strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it ends up as the happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you alr knew from the start that it wouldnt work out.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its that feeling after you've tried again and again &lt;br /&gt;and you thought that this time, things would turn out differently&lt;br /&gt;but you still end up crashing down in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that point when you feel shocked.&lt;br /&gt;That point when you feel like you're just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;That point when you can't do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending and it's gonna be a busy year next year.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it all ends well.&lt;br /&gt;"God only gives his toughest battles to his toughest soldiers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;If you still need time, its okay. :)&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/5165658067367490282-4088788700115764417?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4088788700115764417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4088788700115764417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4088788700115764417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4088788700115764417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/12/false-hopes.html' title='False Hopes'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1177468924802498025</id><published>2011-12-25T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:29:12.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So in love with your personality. HAHA'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So..... HEY!&lt;br /&gt;(awkward) :B&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;I know if you're reading this right now,&lt;br /&gt;it goes to show that you're #FOREVER ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;So get your ass off the internet and &lt;br /&gt;enjoy Christmas with your family and friends! &lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean No?&lt;br /&gt;Not turning off your comp?&lt;br /&gt;Me neither :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! My family don't really celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;So every year, when you guys are HOHOHO-ing&lt;br /&gt;I'm just at home ZZZZZZZZ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A PIG! :D&lt;br /&gt;But this year, just to get into that Christmas spirit &lt;br /&gt;and also to enjoy the last few days of the "Holidays",&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to celebrate Christmas Eve with a few friends!&lt;br /&gt;And to be frank, even after celebrating Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt; I still haven't got into that Christmas spirit yet.&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY,&lt;br /&gt;WAS AWESOME. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning at around 9.30 am&lt;br /&gt;feeling extremely lethargic and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;You know in the morning,when you're still in bed&lt;br /&gt;and someone tries to wake you up,&lt;br /&gt;and you have to do your signature move&lt;br /&gt;the "roll-to-ignore + uuhhhhh 5 more mins moan" ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that was how i was like. Just that&lt;br /&gt;no one was trying to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was alr wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;BUT I JUST DON'T WANT TO GET OUT OF BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alr with a Zombie Mind in the morning on Christmas eve,&lt;br /&gt;I was later called by my Dad to help out in &lt;br /&gt;painting my sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, painting, ISN'T EASY AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;Its a good work out for all you people&lt;br /&gt;who wants to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Im serious.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta give credit to those bangala workers &lt;br /&gt;who paints building.&lt;br /&gt;So by the time I'm finished with painting it was alr 5.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm exhausted like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I had the least satisfying bath because I had to rush &lt;br /&gt;to meet my friends at 6.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;and you may think&lt;br /&gt;SINCE YOU'RE TIRED, why not just don't go out?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA|&lt;br /&gt;1. I alr told my friends I was going&lt;br /&gt;2. she was there. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to town with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the train map and thinking&lt;br /&gt;" what are the odds of me meeting her? hmm"&lt;br /&gt;I did ask her where she was at but she didnt want to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that was my chance to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;SO I GOTTA FIND HER!&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off at somerset because my friends wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;to the flea market at SCAPE :D&lt;br /&gt;At that time I remembered she started &lt;br /&gt;dropping hints on the location of where she's at.&lt;br /&gt;saying " AHH ITS REALLY HOT IN HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;and instantly my mind clicked.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one place that could fit that hint.&lt;br /&gt;The Flea Market.&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence. Or... Fate ? :B&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking over to the Flea Market,&lt;br /&gt;my friends alr knew that my major motive was finding her&lt;br /&gt;and they're interested too. &lt;br /&gt;because they wanted to meet her!&lt;br /&gt;I told one of the my friend who is a girl,&lt;br /&gt;let's just call her Grace,&lt;br /&gt;I told Grace to pretend to be the girl I used to like&lt;br /&gt;and be real close to me HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;My attempt in making her Jealous! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the Flea Market,&lt;br /&gt;Grace didn't know how she looked like so,&lt;br /&gt;the whole time i had to keep looking,&lt;br /&gt;I even turned my head 360 degrees&lt;br /&gt;to make sure i didn't miss out on anyone there. LOL jk.&lt;br /&gt;I was in alert mode.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I didn't want to look like someone idiot&lt;br /&gt;searching for a beautiful girl hiding in the Flea market,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be natural.&lt;br /&gt;So my alert mode was not as alert?&lt;br /&gt;and because of that, she saw me first.&lt;br /&gt;and i was... shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I looked every where. Still couldn't find her.&lt;br /&gt;FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL In disappointment, my friends and I head back to&lt;br /&gt;Artease to have our "dinner"&lt;br /&gt;To add on to my disappointment, she told me that &lt;br /&gt;she's "going home soon" because &lt;br /&gt;her friend had to go home and she wanted to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly said she's walking back to Burger King because&lt;br /&gt;her friend lost her wallet and they're hoping to find it there.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was still in Artease and i turned around in my sit,&lt;br /&gt;and i pointed, Burger King is just there...&lt;br /&gt;2 shops away.&lt;br /&gt;Before I could even reply " OK IM GONNA FIND YOU"&lt;br /&gt;She texted me " we're now at Burger King"&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm it kinda seems like she wants me to find her XD&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. as I walked into Burger King&lt;br /&gt;my heart was pounding really fast XD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And there she was.&lt;br /&gt;at last, I've found her.&lt;br /&gt;And my god, she looks really beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;I followed her and her friends around the area&lt;br /&gt;in our "adventure" to find the lost wallet.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of back and forths and awkward conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the awkward conversations came from me&lt;br /&gt;cuz I kinda asked weird questions. LOL &lt;br /&gt;BUT CANT HELP IT! I WAS NERVOUS YO!&lt;br /&gt;and I really wanted to talk to her. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we ended up at Yishun's Police station &lt;br /&gt;to file a report on the lost wallet.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;If I could record a video of them at the Police station &lt;br /&gt;making a report on the LOST WALLET,&lt;br /&gt;I won't name the video " Report on lost of wallet"&lt;br /&gt;I'll name it "Kopitiam session with Police Hunk"&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;br /&gt;they were laughing and chatting with the&lt;br /&gt;Police guy rather than making a report. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;The serious atmosphere just vanished the minute&lt;br /&gt;they started making the report.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we encountered some strange things&lt;br /&gt;and it was LOL&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;One of her friends had to go home first&lt;br /&gt;so after she left, me her and her friend,&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us hanged out at Mac Donald and &lt;br /&gt;we just starting chatting.&lt;br /&gt;Conversations got better.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me questions and told me a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a cab home and I had to send her to her doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually afraid that the ride with her would be awkward&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD SHE'S NOT SHY OR AT THAT TIME&lt;br /&gt;I'LL DIE.&lt;br /&gt;woah that rhymes haha.&lt;br /&gt;So when we reached her house,&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied her up the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lift, that time, we're quiet and she's looking at her phone&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to miss that chance.&lt;br /&gt;But I was also afraid and nervous &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to&amp;nbsp; her and pretend to see what she's looking at in her phone&lt;br /&gt;and then... =)&lt;br /&gt;I felt really great. I felt in love haha and it was like my first time. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I wonder how you felt then.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her to her doorstep and after that went home with&lt;br /&gt;like my BIGGEST SMILE EVER. :D&lt;br /&gt;Recollecting everything that happened that night,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but smile XD&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep when I got home haha&lt;br /&gt;that night with her was the best Christmas present . &lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I hope I didn't ruin the impression you have of me..=I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas Eve has got to be the highlight of my Holidays&lt;br /&gt;I got to know Xue Teng and Qing Wen&lt;br /&gt;and I met her!! WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;So..How did you spend your Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1177468924802498025?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1177468924802498025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1177468924802498025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1177468924802498025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1177468924802498025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4671280877174363216</id><published>2011-12-19T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:33:34.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And its too late now to put out the fire.'/><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Holidays are ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;The period where I rush my Homework.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah,I know.&lt;br /&gt;You're with me in this too right? XD&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, &lt;br /&gt;GET YOUR EYEBALLS OFF THIS WEB PAGE,&lt;br /&gt;AND GET STARTED!&lt;br /&gt;kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year at this time when I'm left with only&lt;br /&gt;2 week before the school starts,&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of rushing all these undone work,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, why didn't I start to do all these earlier.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Bad decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet some of you who have completed all your homework &lt;br /&gt;are now like KINGS&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkk fine, &lt;br /&gt;for all you ladies, QUEENS.&lt;br /&gt;Because a lot of people would be begging for your answers!&lt;br /&gt;And you would sit on that modern throne of yours&lt;br /&gt;laughing to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;LIKE A BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great feeling when you make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;and everything turns out PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when you don't?&lt;br /&gt;Because 7 times out of 10,&lt;br /&gt;I make bad decisions.&lt;br /&gt;And even now, like recently,&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after you thought that screwing up was the end &lt;br /&gt;of your worst nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;all the blaming, scolding, mocking, gossiping &lt;br /&gt;takes place.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you wanted to screw up,&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you weren't prepared,&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you planned all that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the process of all that,&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels, fights, break-ups happen.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends starts gossiping about you.&lt;br /&gt;Your crush hates you.&lt;br /&gt;And its not like you've got no one to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;Its just that there's no one close enough to you&lt;br /&gt;to understand and give you advice.&lt;br /&gt;You feel &lt;br /&gt;torn-ed, &lt;br /&gt;Hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;and it all revolves around&lt;br /&gt;making Bad decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that way before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well. I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a quote saying&lt;br /&gt;" The hardest part is not making the decision,&lt;br /&gt;Its living with it."&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I could never really relate to the quote,&lt;br /&gt;I never understood how a decision&lt;br /&gt;could haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a lot of Bad Decisions recently,&lt;br /&gt;And I've cause many problems&lt;br /&gt;to my friends and especially her.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying sorry won't help change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I guess in this society you just gotta learn to &lt;br /&gt;clean the mess you've made alone.&lt;br /&gt;Well all these are just part and parcel of &lt;br /&gt;learning to live life&lt;br /&gt;aye GOD?&lt;br /&gt;I guess if all these problems doesn't come now,&lt;br /&gt;it'll hit right at me sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want it to be the time&lt;br /&gt;when the stress levels are extremely high.&lt;br /&gt;SO THANK YOU GOD!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't live with the decision you've made,&lt;br /&gt;go make another one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I can feel that you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-4671280877174363216?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4671280877174363216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4671280877174363216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4671280877174363216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4671280877174363216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/12/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3149765954959570275</id><published>2011-12-10T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:51:05.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re almost there. You can do it :)'/><title type='text'>A reason for a Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Haven't been posting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to share a story that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing about a change in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;is not easy. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the change is against the flow of the common&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it is to correct your bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us change,&lt;br /&gt;because we're constantly affected by the environment&lt;br /&gt;Some of us change,&lt;br /&gt;Because we're constantly affecting the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, changing is challenging.&lt;br /&gt;That is why you have got to have a reason for that change.&lt;br /&gt;A reason you'd believe in.&lt;br /&gt;Not your friends, not your family, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I figured that out was &lt;br /&gt;because of a mistake I made..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I did not like it when &lt;br /&gt;I was chosen to be a Councillor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you people who are not Councillors,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure MOST of my Councillor friends &lt;br /&gt;Have rant about being chosen as a Student Councillor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Councillor friends,&lt;br /&gt;If you're still feeling that way,&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA AT ME CUZ IMMA WHIP YOUR ASS.&lt;br /&gt;But...... you can whip mine first. :D&lt;br /&gt;kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I know why you guys don't want to be Councillors,&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time in my first year in Sec 1 being one too.&lt;br /&gt;And after my first month,&lt;br /&gt;I would hear small little conversations about &lt;br /&gt;people talking SHIT about Councillors.&lt;br /&gt;and then I finally realise that the side effects &lt;br /&gt;of being a Councillor had started sinking in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People start teasing you about your black shoe.&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends will not act the same way&lt;br /&gt;and the worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) NO MORE BEING THAT LITTLE DEVIL THAT &lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was alr in the Council Board.&lt;br /&gt;There's no hey! ho! bye! &lt;br /&gt;There's no backing off.&lt;br /&gt;When i went for the interview&lt;br /&gt;I never actually had the intention to serve the school.&lt;br /&gt;But I had reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when i was in kindergarten, &lt;br /&gt;My Grandma was the one who took care of me&lt;br /&gt;when my Mom and Dad had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that i can say about myself then,&lt;br /&gt;is that I was an angel.&lt;br /&gt;on the outside XD&lt;br /&gt;Inside me was that little rascal, mischievous devil&lt;br /&gt;just waiting to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day..&lt;br /&gt;Grandma took my brother,who's just 1 year older,&lt;br /&gt;and me to the nearby supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;PRIME SUPERMARKET.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The one at Admiralty. &lt;br /&gt;At that time, &lt;br /&gt;One of hand was carrying a plastic bag with&lt;br /&gt;2 prunes in it.&lt;br /&gt;And the other was holding my Grandma's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got into the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;We wondered off and my Grandma started finding what &lt;br /&gt;she needed to buy.&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, or even now, I LOVE SWEETS.&lt;br /&gt;So immediately, i went to the sweets &amp;amp; chocolate section.&lt;br /&gt;Which was further deep in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;When i got there I saw that shooting sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Its like you put the small sweet into the shooting thing&lt;br /&gt;and you aim it in your mouth and it shoots out the sweet&lt;br /&gt;when you press the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED THAT.&lt;br /&gt;But I know Grandma wouldn't buy it :(&lt;br /&gt;So I had to device a plan.&lt;br /&gt;I told my brother to help me keep watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand reached out for that sweet and...&lt;br /&gt;I shoved it in the plastic bag I was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother went back to find my Grandma,&lt;br /&gt;And the instant I found her,&lt;br /&gt;I hand her the plastic bag that i was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;I think she thought that I was tired of carrying it so she took it.&lt;br /&gt;she paid for the groceries, We left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND MY BRO TAG TEAM&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A BOSS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt didn't even sink in at that time,&lt;br /&gt;not because I didn't know that it was a crime&lt;br /&gt;because I was so gangster!&lt;br /&gt;THUG LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 2 years after that,&lt;br /&gt;when i was in Primary 2,&lt;br /&gt;A Police group came into our school to give a talk&lt;br /&gt;about Crime and crime prevention.&lt;br /&gt;That's when everything that took place 2 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;started coming back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;And i was so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. no more gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why in Primary 3 I decided to become a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;and the promise I made to myself was &lt;br /&gt;"To change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think when I was in secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;all the responsibility and initiative thing that I've picked up&lt;br /&gt;in primary school just came naturally when I was in Sec1&lt;br /&gt;and thats probably the reason why I got chosen.&lt;br /&gt;and I accepted the interview only because of that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I still can remember this because &lt;br /&gt;it was a reason I had,&lt;br /&gt;it was a promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why even with all the SHIT side effects,&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoyed being a Councillor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it brought me to who I am today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem wasn't the mistake I made,&lt;br /&gt;It was the habit of doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;That was what I was afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Its only when you've found a reason for doing sth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;whether you like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;You'll still want to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my reason for being a Councillor.&lt;br /&gt;That is my reason for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Whats yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Please don't give up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&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/5165658067367490282-3149765954959570275?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3149765954959570275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3149765954959570275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3149765954959570275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3149765954959570275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/12/reason-for-change.html' title='A reason for a Change'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3321961019939968230</id><published>2011-12-06T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:10:27.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I still who I am to you?'/><title type='text'>Jealousy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being jealous is normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Same goes for being sad,happy,wild,afraid,etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like how all these emotions come in naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't have to put in so much effort to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you're watching that #sosingaporean video part1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is no "LAUGHING BUTTON" that beeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you press it, saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" HA. HA. HA. Its laughing time~ HA. HA. HA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't have to pretend that you're afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the expression on your face as you stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;on the edge of the cliff with a Bungee cord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;TELLS IT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or like that moment when you're about to receive your exam papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the minute you got it, you saw a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BIG. FAT. A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The teacher announces your achievement to class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and everyone starts clapping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;animals starts screaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and you can't help but smile with so much pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These feelings are&amp;nbsp; miniature forms of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;physical surprises we get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know why surprises are so surprising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because they are moments that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;never expect anything to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like on my Birthday which was recently, 22 november,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I posted about never having a Birthday celebration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with my friends before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and coincidentally, the night after, when i was in Cambodia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my classmates,ex classmates, were standing outside my Hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;like one KOI queue and they called me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and they surprised me with their awful singing *XD just kidding~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and also an awesome Birthday card they made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was so surprised. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just like I never expected them to give me all that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;all of us will never expect ourselves to be having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this particular feeling at this particular time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's why Life is so interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It keeps you guessing, thinking that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;today is gonna be a great day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and it shocks you with some of the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;unpleasant events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*SURPRISE!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when these feelings comes naturally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You tend to not have any control over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like the moment when you realized that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;your guy/girl friend had a crush on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he/she have been loving you since Day1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he/she have always been there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the day that friend confessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just don't feel the same way for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter how much you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's absolutely no way you can inject Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;into your heart hoping that you'll have feelings for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another relevant feeling, and the one i want to talk about,is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JEALOUSY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In a friendship, when your best friend starts hanging out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;some other random person more than you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jealousy comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In a Relationship, when your girlfriend starts chatting with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;guys who are better looking and have an awesome personality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jealousy comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like all the other feelings, Jealousy comes with a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;its only because you're afraid to lose that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It shows how important that person is to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jealousy alone is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because everything happens within you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Your&amp;nbsp; heart, your mind, your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's why its okay to feel jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The problem comes only in the actions you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you feel jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and because it comes naturally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't have any control over it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and you'd start reacting in ways you'd regret later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An analogy for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In spiderman 3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peter parker happen to get the venom or the black thingy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he starts to feel different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He becomes arrogant, cocky and evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being all that is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BECAUSE I DON'T CARE XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The problem comes when he starts doing stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that is unnecessary that hurts others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jealousy can ruin your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;your opportunity,your EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The more we can understand the consequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of reacting upon jealousy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The lesser we'll be wondering in the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;why we were even jealous in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The reason why I'm blogging about this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because I've made a terrible mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and that guilt that sets in as i thought about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;losing that person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is insanely depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She means a lot to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and yes, I do like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt; I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to her;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;if you're reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;You say you're not mad, but i know you are...&lt;/span&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/5165658067367490282-3321961019939968230?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3321961019939968230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3321961019939968230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Like that word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone's chasing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday in school, there are so many and really SO MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;people working so damn hard just to get to the level of perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Students, Teachers, Canteen stall owners, Cleaners.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ALL OF THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes be it a normal school day or an Exam week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when we happen to walk pass a class with ALL the hardworking students,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You would see all of them with their GAME FACES on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They would be gripping their pens LIKE A BOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The minute the teacher gives the "You may start now",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;its Pandemonium everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone starts making that oh-so-irritating noise from their correction tapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and scribbling their chicken scratch all over the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;page after page after page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You look at them at glance thinking :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WOAH CONFIRM PLUS CHOP A1 STUDENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and a few weeks later, when the exam results arrive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you don't need some round mystic ball that can tell the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because its always:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BIG FAT A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes you get to point where you start questioning yourself on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"why aren't I as diligent as them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;some of us after that would start looking up to these people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as a source of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"From now on, Imma work my ass off and hope that one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd be as successful as them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;XD ( but some of us we say it,but we don't do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Don't worry I'm like that sometimes too XD shhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;..............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Different people sees success differently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and personally for me, success is when someone becomes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a man of value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So once I can be that wise,optimistic, positive thinking person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;who don't give a shit about all the insults,gossips that i hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;from haters, then ill be successful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But That is only success alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfection... its totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know how you guys see perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But From what i noticed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: small;"&gt;to a lot of people,their perception of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: small;"&gt;perfection is like being successful at a same standard given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like when one day you've succeeded in becoming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that wise,optimistic person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but you're not as wise as Will smith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but you're not as optimistic as Adande,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and just because you're not on the same standard of success as them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You call yourself not perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're suppose to host a party and you want that party to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as perfect as John's party, the one that everyone loved to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So you put all your thoughts and time into the planning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you do all the dry runs, confirmations after confirmations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and you hope that it'll be that perfect party every one loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the end, it was successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone had a good time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;there was dancing, singing, stripping XD LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But just because the party wasn't like John's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and Not everyone loved the party as much as his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You called your party "not perfect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The person who is suppose to set the standard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOT SOME Hollywood superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOT SOME Famous Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOT SOME Rich person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think that a lot of us are always so depressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because we get too caught up in trying to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that we forgot about what we've alr succeeded in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't have to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Just be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is why they say " Nobody's perfect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;All I want as a friend or as a lover is just your care :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because there was never a same standard for success :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;and I haven't lost interest in you :)&lt;/span&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/5165658067367490282-536617132867502911?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/536617132867502911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=536617132867502911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/536617132867502911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/536617132867502911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3137592093138536907</id><published>2011-11-30T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:53:05.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop annoying her :) Man up and move on.'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't you find it nice to look back once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think about how different you are now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to a few years back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy being who we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because we're so different in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who we are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we think about things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what we would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life now is more meaningful and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've actually changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of us had some embarrassing moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our "childhood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its always funny when we look at it from the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER at that present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago, you were that small little kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cried and shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I DONT FRIEND YOU ALR LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only because he didnt do what you wanted him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at that time you weren't laughing at yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying that you're just being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years later, you find yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immature, ridiculous, nonsensical, funny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the crap you'd describe yourself to be in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my embarrassing moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I used to LOVE singing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay i dunno if its considered singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just making annoying noises from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in primary school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our recess, we could do anything, ANYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be an idiot and disturb the other classes who still had lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by throwing paper planes through the window and dash off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lets throw in paper planes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" or or or..lets throw in sweet drinks in small packets!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OR how about we clog the sink and leave the tap on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe * evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can be like Scooby-Doo and gang to crack the case of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haunted mysteries that you heard of in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" eh eh, just now when i walk passed the 4th floor toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a black smoke.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" eh i heard that black door at the 6th floor is haunted..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK LETS GO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can that emo kid,like me,who stands at one of the pillars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the canteen singing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"every night in my dreams...i see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you... thats how i know you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE CELINE DION's VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replaced by a 7 year old kid with a crooked voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not talking only about a crooked voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TALKING ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 7 year old kid with a crooked voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know those&amp;nbsp; kind of rockers who sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while squinting their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whipping their hair back and fourth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during all recess, when a whistle is blown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means that 30 mins is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone has to freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITERALLY FREEZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can only move after the second whistle is blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I remember one time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend wanted to see if i would still continue singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the first whistle was blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during that recess i kept singing and singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting in anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the first whistle was blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I REMEBERED THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ORDER TO KEEP MY SWAGGER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEPT SINGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friend was standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his face only 8 cm away from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like in a kissing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to spit on his face and push him away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when yo step to close to moi comfort zone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma WHIP YOUR ASS! LIKE A BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just kidding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i think about it, its quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ahhh the good times =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've "matured"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay maybe not mature =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the change in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was it even my own doing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it a change i wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've always thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to end up in another secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i still be who i am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i never made it into SC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i still be who i am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if haven't got the friends i have now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i still be who i am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is always the environment, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people you meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really the study type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a fan of doing all the crap teachers dump at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a fan of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait who isnt right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i was posted in to E1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to up my game because everyone here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is studying so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if its because of that natural&amp;nbsp; "KIASU" feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is sewn in the hearts of all Singaporeans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or because of plain peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't entirely me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been the expectations that people give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is LOVE RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you met a guy and both of you are best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon you realise you have a deep crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if he feels the same away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wonder what you can do to impress him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start to worry about all the flaws you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you asked him what type of girls he likes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brings out a list of characteristics of girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similar to that LONG list of gifts you give santa every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like abcdefghijk type of girl "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you looked at it in utter disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you have none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you start to not being yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and try many ways to be the girl of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some extend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responding to these expectations is great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we end up being a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a stronger character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can also end up being someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom isn't us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets worse when you cant fulfill these expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to feel bad about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start to think WHY AM I NOT LIKE HIM/HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start to feel inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all these could even lead to suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're feeling all these because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're trying to be who we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ALL YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These expectations are just signs on how the society want you to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are neither rules nor restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just want you to be who they want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide on you wanna be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I wonder if I was the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Because every morning, its only you. 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title='Expectations'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-653846052305931629</id><published>2011-11-28T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:45:40.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How can you get sth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ve never given?'/><title type='text'>The Changes that change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Back from Cambodia, Phon Penh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna update more about that in the next post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I'm done stealing photos from some people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major lesson I learned from the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has really made a great impact in my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I'm sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I learned it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 8,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Dad always told me that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things don't always go the way you want it to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my age alr suggested how seriously i took those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then,when I saw something I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mummy! Can you buy that PLEASSE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that's when all the drama acting starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have the puss in boots BIG ROUND EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have the small cute baby's SWEET SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have that big fat kid in the movie up 's BIG CHUBBY CHEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay la, just put it in the trolley. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Standing ovation for an outstanding performance* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing with that is that it always works LIKE A BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always given group projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Love group projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when things gets done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you can even say " LIKE A BOSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing with group projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that there's always SO MANY IDEAS GIVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The COMMON IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GREAT IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The STUPID IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REALLY STUPID IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LAME IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes randomly from different people you work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people judge the degree of it being good/bad differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But In a group project,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONE IDEA CAN BE USED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's always that indecisive moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this type of moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres only 2 types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. would be the "ANYTHING" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt that these people have alr made the decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on which idea is best in their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but refuse to give their opinion to avoid any conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. would be the "THIS IS BETTER" people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people would stick mainly to their ideas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and find it difficult to accept others suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always, ALWAYS, went my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I entered Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there were more and more projects,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there would be a different group of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were always A LOT of better Ideas than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many experiences in group projects,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guidance of teachers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only then I realized with the mix and combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Ideas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it common,uncommon,stupid,lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the PERFECT IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, the whole group would agree to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the whole group would enjoy the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and USUALLY the result of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if I were to always stay on this track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using this method with all group projects,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll surely succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not those fantastic success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we won't fail terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure was never a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come to think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never experienced failure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the day comes Failure will hit you hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll fall deep into the hole of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was how i learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the trip to Cambodia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told that we had to plan a 8hour lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to teach the children there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on the information given,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we underestimated the amount of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had about the topics we wanted to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were extremely shocked that we exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 8 hour plans in 1 hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my friend and he looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both wanted to give the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y U NO face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Y WE NO HAVE BACK UP PLAN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we managed to pull it off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the help a lot of impromptus and last min decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the reflections I shared this with the others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to be prepared for changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not talking only about Back-up plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You Fail to plan, you plan to fail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? Thats a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt work the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you did plan it doesnt mean it'll succeed entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You planned for a hiking trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You planned to walk or crawl or fly , yada yada yada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you&amp;nbsp; realized,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey what if it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you decided to bring an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when on that day it rains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be HOSEHBO! It rained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you feel prepared because you had an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started walking back to the shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to realize you're walking barefooted because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your shoe was probably stucked in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the trail in front,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has many pieces of broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changes I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes like the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a million back-up plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none when none succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be mentally prepared and not just physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things gets too tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to always keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you cant fly, run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cant run, walk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cant walk, crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you gotta keep moving on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to bring out that inner strength that motivates us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner strength is different for different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, That inner strength is remembering why&amp;nbsp; i even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started doing it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was teaching the kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminding myself about the agreement to commit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself to provide service for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that all change is met with resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to pass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so is success. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Now I understand my place in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-653846052305931629?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/653846052305931629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=653846052305931629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/653846052305931629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/653846052305931629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/changes-that-change.html' title='The Changes that change'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1391453475367674887</id><published>2011-11-22T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:01:11.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I thought that we were building something strong..'/><title type='text'>Birthday?</title><content type='html'>Alright! Awesome 22.11.11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what that means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TUESDAY... TUESDAY... GOTTA GET DOWN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k that was so old. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my BIRTHDAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know,i know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty for not wishing me yeah? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH IT DOESNT MATTER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt that birthdays are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like every other normal day in the 365 days we have in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys ever had the same feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some times during my birthdays for the past 15 years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very sure that there are some birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I just don't have the that feeling like its my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe because nth special ever happened on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every of my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not every birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this one time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was like 1 years old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this huge circular cream thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with long sticks of lights on it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the sudden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole house would suddenly become like a pub,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOISY EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone started clapping and singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course I would sit there with my big round eyes thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im sure i was thinking of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? Don't tell me you're expecting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jump out of my baby suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and break dance to the birthday song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was special on my first birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you see the same thing every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of my friends have had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of some friends who created a new sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called " Smash-the-cake-into-birthday-boy's-face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'd be screaming and running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen friends who made all the sweet looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG-ASS birthday cards for the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of friends who planned like 1 month before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to actually execute the perfect surprise for the birthday boy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I WAS PART OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not all. but some at least?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my birthdays were never like that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know there's that some of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad im not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am i? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday celebration aren't important to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that having a date as a special day to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day you came out from the you-know-where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has more meaning to it than just cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or friends smashing things onto your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or people giving you birthday cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are dates where one should reflect on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the years they have lived and grown to who they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrations are great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, they kinda make the day even more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think that most of us have gotten use to the celebrating part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have actually forgotten about the true meaning of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see most couples rmbing the dates of when they got tgt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or like those married couples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they would rmb the day they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, a year later or a month later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they got together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that particular day would OF COURSE be special right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do they spend time tgt on that special day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of celebrating it to make the day special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to appreciate the love they have committed themselves to in the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats like my analogy and my point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of BIRTHDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and recently, I disclosed my birthday date on fb to only myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one would actually know or be reminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE SOME FRIENDS WHO ACTUALLY DO RMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some i dont even talk to that much or even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MY MUCH GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this i kinda appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's birthday wishes A LOT more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it didnt came from some reminder on fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN,THANK YOU SO MUCH! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1391453475367674887?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1391453475367674887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1391453475367674887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1391453475367674887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1391453475367674887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7502514218904562758</id><published>2011-11-20T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:36:50.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired of trying so hard'/><title type='text'>Fake Friends .</title><content type='html'>I really love the sound of the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing on to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the best relaxation music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those relaxation tape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there would be a voice saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Close your eyes...calm your mind... think of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw that shit away and go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how you can relax when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a robot voice from 2020 is telling you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBEL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach, to me, is by far the best place to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was at the beach today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about several things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the thing was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most friendships are fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start normally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us will never honest with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will tahan each others flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it makes us feel extremely hurt/sad/uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only because we want to build the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when one day, that friend of yours irritates you really bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd start vomitting out the hard truth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BAM the friendship is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURT &amp;amp; BETRAYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that friend blames you for being so "abcdefghijk" all this while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when that friend did not surface the problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, ever since Joo Hwan left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres alr no one who'd accept my flaws like how he did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still able to bring about a balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me nicely about what I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the friends I have now just randomly gossips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about me like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that "he's not here he wont know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*face palm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are hard to come by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but along with thinking about all the backstabbers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came to realise that there are friends who have been there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like because I lost a close friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the statement that NO ONE understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so caught up with this problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i actually forgot about the people who DO care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who were always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how when a problem comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tend to always give our 100% attention to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the negative things happening just to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a state of shock/anger/sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends - no matter how bad they are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just cant live without them XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all be honest with each other :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7502514218904562758?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7502514218904562758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7502514218904562758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7502514218904562758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7502514218904562758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/fake-friends.html' title='Fake Friends .'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7084261108019253802</id><published>2011-11-16T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T01:34:32.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You are very important to me.'/><title type='text'>Being stupid.</title><content type='html'>HAHA 12.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay Honestly, I cant sleep right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I had a 2 hour nap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hours ago. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to sleep because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, I wouldn't consider it as sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, its more like resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I was like 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gangster habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that habit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if you guys have it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like when you're having a bad flu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you tend to suck it in and not blow it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mines not like that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was more gangster yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck it in and blow it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS so it sounds like you, breathing in and out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through your nose as rapidly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said I might get sinus infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because i was so gangster XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was SO STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the sinus attack started this year when  im like 14 ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years old to 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 5 years!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you counted it as 4 years because your maths failed! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 5 years, finally, my first sinus attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys dunno what a sinus attack is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sinus congestion and pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that causes that headache feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have it at different areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it at the eyebrow area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IT HURTS SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its called frontal sinus? nt sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sinus attack happened first in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb which day it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i knew it lasted for about 5-6 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i decided to seek for medical treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had training today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow after training, it occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted then, was just to rush home and get my medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I regretted not keeping it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was at punggol today, and to get home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I either had to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161 to cause way and another bus back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or 965 to admiralty which happens to be a longer route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose 161.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was alr a lot of people standing, waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i didnt really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to sit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised what if that lot of people are taking 161 too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because theres like A LOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would also mean i wont get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what y'all are thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AREN'T YOU A YOUNG MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT YOU HAVE WORKING LEGS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was so sick, i didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was so sick and tired after training that I cannot think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the bus came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like the last to board the bus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and 161 is a double decker so there are a lot of seats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by the time i got up the bus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were alr no more seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team mates were standing with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at that time, I'm like "OH LORD~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned against a part of the bus just to gain comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to calm my mind hoping the sinus attack would weaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT DIDNT WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T +  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that facial expressions combined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can represent my emotions at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the bus i thought about the time when i had a fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home at the interchange,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a girl who walked passed me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" EEEEEEE~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a malay family, who's son was standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close to me, and the only thing the father did was he pulled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his son away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered after all that an old lady came up  to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped me up to a seat and gave me a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ever since then I'm convince that they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still a lot of people who are heartless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just being judgmental HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so as i was thinking about that in the bus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that extreme intention of puking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the bus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where would be the best spot to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at where im standing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the ahma infront of me sitting XD hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the area near the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the bus driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i didnt la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached the interchange,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the 964 bus and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like the flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have i been this fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, i would just sit on the floor and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untie my shoelace like at extremely lazy timings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just now, i was yanking my shoe off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throwing it all over the place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get my medication,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poured water from the jug into the cup,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt gave a damn about the spilled water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiong for a cool down bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, it will come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats life! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The only thing I was thinking about when i was sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is whether you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7084261108019253802?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7084261108019253802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7084261108019253802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7084261108019253802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7084261108019253802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-stupid.html' title='Being stupid.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3873069171911799946</id><published>2011-11-10T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:32:51.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why did I ever doubt you.'/><title type='text'>Love or Lies</title><content type='html'>I think I'm addicted to UK music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the artist, Ed Sheeran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most other artist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his songs are about his life growing up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a humble background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that 90 % of the GIGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'd book himself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I thought was he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either had a tremendous amount of confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or he just had a really really thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean at some point of time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd do a bad performance and people will start boo-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess he kept it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why he is making it big in the UK now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about all my commitments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies, Councillor, BBall , Guitar , her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I've never really given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentages would be most probably be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60%, 65%,60%,40%,75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I expected a 100% result. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AN IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around aye?LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire his confidence too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the boastful or arrogant type of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're all only lack of confidence because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're afraid of rejection or failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who can take the pain of failure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is bound to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I somehow cant in BBall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of steals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of that fast break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of that open layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is all just in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just have to work a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i was alr that close just that i don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my ass of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to guitar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking up guitar lessons in early sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my guitar grade, on average terms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should promote every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from fundamentals to grade 1 to grade 2.. and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be promoting to grade 3 this year but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still not up for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been practicing for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the inspiration comes from Ed Sheeran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GET BACK ON TRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to sing&amp;amp;play a love song for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH I KNOW, THE GIRL WILL GO DEAF lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhh you wait and see :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't express how addicted I am to this friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS Its because of her, now I can't leave my phone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found a method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just switch off the phone and leave it in my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never take it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill i finish what I'm supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 4 days its gonna be 1 month since we started chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2 days its gonna be her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day and its gonna be 11/11/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes smooth for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl like her really deserves a really really good boyf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so JOLYN TAN! pray tmr ah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,when she really finds her guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still be there and not run off being all jealous XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Still have a lot to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I'll keep it till next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well the truth is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3873069171911799946?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3873069171911799946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3873069171911799946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3873069171911799946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3873069171911799946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-or-lies.html' title='Love or Lies'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3916677434812069901</id><published>2011-11-08T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:22:15.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now I know why you always want me to blog first. HAHA'/><title type='text'>Laugh at the past.</title><content type='html'>OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Holidays has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered about a year ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted on my blog this sentence :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" about a year ago i was..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it always repeats every year with the :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time flies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA funny how all of us love to talk about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or our vocabulary is just too limited. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WORRY I'M IN  IT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the thing about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason why its so fun to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is because it can always make you SMILE/LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to remember the time when you quarreled with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom you are okay with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And At some point of time in the future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd be laughing to yourself saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA WHAT WAS I DRUNK? WHY DID WE EVEN QUARREL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay hang on there, i know you're gonna get debate with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying some of the past are hurtful and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, there are days where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake up and you don't see the birds chirping away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake up with no mood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake up with a neck ache,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake up with a bad hair day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know instantly the day is gonna be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it really becomes a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your boss scolds you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your friends gossips about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you spill coffee all over your shirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us just laugh at life and move on with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's making the whole situation THE PAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us, including me XD, sometimes we just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it so seriously that it has to mean karma or sth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it becomes a burden we carry up till TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it could've happen YESTERDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be considered as the past because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still thinking about it in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the blessing it gives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only laugh at it only when you rewind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at the actual moment of it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was checking my tweeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone tweeted :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;#Primaryschool memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*some tries to disturb you but they got injured instead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" YOU: ORBI GOOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally ROFL at the word ORBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can imagine my crazy pri sch friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying that every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back then when i was in pri sch and my friend said it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't all that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW I think I've discussed too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw is there like a medication for procrastination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh im procrastinating in everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN  POSTING THIS, i waited till like 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i said I'd post this yesterday. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only medication i can think of is those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drugs that make you hyper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen mentioned in one of her comedy shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Procrastination is God's way of saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE MOVING TOO FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination isn't the problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So procrastinate now, don't put it off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thats why love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm glad that you're moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In 4days, you'll have a whole new year again:) Smile always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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past.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4861749482881160742</id><published>2011-11-03T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:29:55.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess it wont be me but its okay :)'/><title type='text'>Getting back up.</title><content type='html'>I always believed everything that happens will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;develop a skill that shapes your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely some skills develop easily,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are those that happen positively and frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are harder to achieve because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of negative experiences from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with continuous attempts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failure is still imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there some skills that cannot be achieved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the skill im referring to is the skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can alr have had a hectic day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got scolded by a teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to talk to an uncooperative parent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still not be affected by it AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really envy people like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is because he is able to ignore selectively??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a hot, warm day and you're all sweaty and perspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ice cream truck passed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it even rang its bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately, you cant help but think about that icy cold feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D you're drooling now yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE, HOW DO YOU IGNORE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go about lying to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, err its not a warm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM VERY VERY VERY COLD RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah there was no ice cream truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS THE SCHOOL BELL RINGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, troubled by a couple of things lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no clue to what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wished Joo Hwan was back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta try to move on then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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up.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6615372198099317775</id><published>2011-11-01T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:00:02.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Read it closely'/><title type='text'>School?</title><content type='html'>Holiday started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To : Jolyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bet you can't see this haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, around this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually doing the school marketing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the truth is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be going around to different primary schools to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well .. you alr know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduce my school to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully my school would be the school of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really really like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BORING)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just hoping you might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i didn't like to disappoint these primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a secondary school student and you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attend your school's marketing talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one day just tell me the truth too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll realise the school really did an excellent job =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at exaggerating all the good stuffs about the school. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i wanna know who i am to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is like a China Conman trying to sell an iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he starts with all the attractive crap about the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DESIGN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FEATURES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sometimes you make me feel as though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd be wow-ed and you buy the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im more than just a friend to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turn on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FREAKIN ORANGE APPEARS INSTEAD OF THE APPLE LOGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same feeling as when you entered the secondary school of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think you're still not over him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year,my schedule is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this BOOSTER PROGRAMME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe im just being too rush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the sec 3 students have to attend a week of lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HERES THE PROBLEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im really confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I didn't attend the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starts at 8 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins after lesson started,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but one thing's for sure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" UNCLE! YOU COMING?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight away i got that instinct to just put my phone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do what you might ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SLEEP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive another text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" YOU COMING ANOT? MS JUDITH ASKING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, i was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy-imported-cow-meat-from-lalaland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a teacher makes the first move to ask a student B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to text student A who is absent to ask why he/she is absent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMN VALID REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think some of my classmates are gonna see this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda faked a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day passed im thinking if i have got a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and incurable disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAZINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED ME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a trend in which i always skipped classes on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to any of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel guilty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will never get to meet you, will i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6615372198099317775?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6615372198099317775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6615372198099317775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6615372198099317775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6615372198099317775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/11/school.html' title='School?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3113846800615197210</id><published>2011-10-27T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:00:49.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will you one day...'/><title type='text'>Getting into trouble</title><content type='html'>There's always a certain limit to having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're young, like really young,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smallest pop sound from the bottle could alr make us laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or chasing after butterflies could alr satisfy our excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, as we grow,that degree of fun changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, AND I MEAN EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you have done before,starts to get BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once you've reached that BORING STAGE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also means you've reached the limit of FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other monkeys, including you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tend to go beyond this limits only to provide ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same amount of adrenaline so we can feel that thrill of excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is also when ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into trouble = going over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there many ways in which you can get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you woke up feeling so positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So positive that you feel as though everything seems so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds are chirping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys are swinging,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look in the mirror and you see another monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, that was how i felt this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts and the everyday routine kicks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boring day starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about today is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of the teachers did not come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence if that happens, a relief teacher steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at this particular time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the end of our recess and we instantly knew sub teacher was absent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we saw a relief teacher walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male relief teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point time, our happy level,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what i'd like to define as monkey level was super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER ONE because it was the first period after recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER TWO since sub teacher did not come, its a free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i admit we were rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male relief teacher ( well... lets call him Ron.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron, walks in all manly and fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood in the middle of the classroom with his arms folded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my class "knows" how the system works and if they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see a relief teacher coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know that the teacher will not be as fierce or as strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness is totally off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would be talking, laughing, joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would care about the teacher standing in the middle of the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his arms folded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ron decided to start speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Class stand! My name is Mr @%@! and when im standing here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expect you to shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was stunned. But no one actually took it seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because FOR GOD SAKE HE IS A RELIEF TEACHER HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we greeted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told us that we could do our own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my chair around facing the people sitting behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started discussing about our project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got a little carried away by the jokes we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of  no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" BOY! YOU GO AND STAND IN FRONT. YOURE MAKING TOO MUCH NOISE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron pointed at my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment everyone was in the blur state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" GO TO THE RTC NOW, SINCE YOU DON'T WANT TO STAND INFRONT&lt;br /&gt;ITS AN ACT OF DEFIANCE !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he started explaining that he told that friend of mine 3 times to stand in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because he was too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didnt so he was sent to the RTC( Detention centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Added " Just because you are 3E1 students doesnt mean you are all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are other schools doing much better than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that one by one we shouted that it was unreasonable and totally irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and debated in anger about the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one by one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron sent those who debated down to the RTC LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked," 3 people have gone to the RTC who else wants to join?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the class stood up and walked out of the classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY EPIC. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a threaten fail. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE a burglar called you and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I HAVE YOUR SON HERE I WANT $1000 000 ransom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Im 18 and I don't even have a son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA FAIL LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was that exact feeling haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 27 of us went down for detention and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically we are in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we found out later that Ron got similar complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from other classes and Tmr is his last day of school in WGS HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES C'MON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victory is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 more days left ! Before I tell you EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really sure you wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When he started texting you, i feel that fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that overwhelming jealousy, because im also sacred you'd like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but it doesnt matter now. because i know im better HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i love you. as a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3113846800615197210?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3113846800615197210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3113846800615197210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3113846800615197210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3113846800615197210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-into-trouble.html' title='Getting into trouble'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-2791454347980481162</id><published>2011-10-24T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:05:42.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I kinda enjoyed blogging this post.'/><title type='text'>Horrible morning</title><content type='html'>I always believed that how you start your morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day, determines your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we see in movies, are perfect mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people could just get up as soon as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapts to conditions where they can sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in noisy areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family sleeps at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i wanna sleep my bro could be watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to adapt to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if manufacturers create a clock  with an alarm that sounds almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like rejection button in "America got talent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO WAKE UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the movies when the family guy wakes up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gets all dressed up and walks to the dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mom would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small little rascals would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THE DOG WOULD BE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you'd see a perfect looking orange juice jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and toasts on the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family guy would have his breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to his wife and he sets off for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me who suffers from the problem mentioned above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would go through this morning hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i like to call = Zombie mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd be rolling around the bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing it was like a magic carpet from Aladin and just fly us to the bath room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when we do get out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our head would just tilt on side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our eyes would be half open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we walk all the way to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i see my maid in the kitchen and she'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be " good morning ~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmuring some alien language "errrehgajhkghhjghcvd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to acknowledge the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd get out of the bathroom only to finally be awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me are so adaptable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learn how to sleep while standing in the shower room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A BOSS! YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when I realised i had spent 30 mins in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mad rush comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd start putting facial soap cream on my tooth brush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd rush out of the toilet getting my things ready only to worry about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether i've forgotten to bring anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd be going to the kitchen standing there for 10 sec and forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i wanted to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAD RUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got everything ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to the dining table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth. no orange juice jar. no toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THE DOG'S NOT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was alr late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my things and rushed out to the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i got to the lift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centre lift came up to my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my block has 3 lifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift A, lift B and lift C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all which are named - The Snail Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which era the lift came from but it is just too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given its name i shall not explain the first problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second is that recently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a spooky encounter with lift B which is the centre lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home one night only to find out that the door of lift be was half opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the lobby of the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF OPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all know how lift works right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually if you press for a lift and one lift comes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you try to press again a second lift would not come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the problem was that lift couldnt go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just stood there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to that morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the centre lift came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."c'mon... God, really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in, pressed the 1st floor button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door closed and i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" thank god.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OH HELL NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried it again and again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the staircase and rolled down like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK AND JILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like all miracles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still 2 mins early before the bus came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i still have a chance for my PERFECT MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up the bus and i noticed a few stares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instantly i knew what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sweating profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know at awkward times where you've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a mistake and try to cover it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by doing something and ending up making a fool out of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH that was what I tried to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU CANT ACT LIKE ITS RAINING IN THE BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so i did what all of us would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome morning.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2791454347980481162?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2791454347980481162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2791454347980481162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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=)'/><title type='text'>Your Best friend.</title><content type='html'>I'm always giving into temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself " Don't fall her, Don't fall her, Don't fall her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because I'm just selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my myself "I'd listen to her, I'd listen to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even consider about how she'd feel when i told her 'i like you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know she didn't want me to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because I'm just selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself " Give her space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even think about her recently falling out in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still tried ways to spend time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm just selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the chance to be her Best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not her Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the whole situation for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought by doing this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you better than he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did this only to bring you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I only did it to bring mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al  because of giving into temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop and think about her well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not just mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be there for her when she needs me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not be clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to just give her some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and If its meant to be this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6397116974853601477?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6397116974853601477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6397116974853601477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6397116974853601477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6397116974853601477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-best-friend.html' title='Your Best friend.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4142476221231516003</id><published>2011-10-21T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:54:29.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Dont just wanna be a gentlemen.I wanna be her gentlemen.'/><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO TODAY IS FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually even if its MON, TUES, WED, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually all the same as long as im at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PLACE WHERE I CAN ACT LIKE AN ANIMAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep like a pig,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat like a Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream like a chimpanzee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then back to the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess regardless what day it is it doesnt matter LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon this makes sense. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, if now is the holiday period would you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running around doing the hokey pokey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shouting TGIF only???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TGIED - THANK GOD ITS EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, i can conclude that you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are psychologically mentally unstable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you regard having free time as happiness and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a mixture of boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whine over ad over again likka cute little child with big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean BIG eyes wishing for the holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when holidays do come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boredom strikes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna go back to your busy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS I RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know cuz im like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at IMH. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days,i thought about the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought about the things i said i'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have 1 week left HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i have to man up. urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You Haris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i really have something to look forward to everyday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Im thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shes always encountering a lot of problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to help her. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-4142476221231516003?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4142476221231516003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4142476221231516003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4142476221231516003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4142476221231516003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/10/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1028100430669517038</id><published>2011-10-20T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:32:42.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re always on my mind =)'/><title type='text'>Great start</title><content type='html'>Promotion day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means its nearing the HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I think I've been saying this phrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time flies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard of this quote when i was watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the short movie called 'CASHBACK'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the quote was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bad thing is that time flies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that you're the pilot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second there, I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if time really flies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i must be either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) SUPER FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) SUPER STUPID TO BE SUPER FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really hate how time pass by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Time changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not like you didnt have enough time to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish the moment with someone/ something (0.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that someone is moving equally fast as time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ones stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder how animals live without knowing about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do they know alr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our life people wished to rewrite almost everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'd say :" I wished i was back when i was young adult maybe back then i would have thought&lt;br /&gt;the seriousness of marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they're  young adult,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'd say:"I wished i was a Teenager again, that way I would cherish that girl i once knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they're a Teenager,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'd say:"I wished i was a child again, skinned knees is so much better than broken hearts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they're child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what? wishing that you're a foetus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or wishing that you're the sperm who failed to infiltrate the egg ? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they'd stopped wishing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has flown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wishing for the past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stays in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped in the middle of race against time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also like the way time brings about surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never whats gonnna happen until it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it does its best we be prepared with a bag of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I was thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that came to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while and now we're chatting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want it to stop HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she feels the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only time will tell. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1028100430669517038?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1028100430669517038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1028100430669517038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1028100430669517038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1028100430669517038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-start.html' title='Great start'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-509322368482660818</id><published>2011-10-18T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:07:54.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangover of being love drunk.'/><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOY is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA this post is specially for you.#J.T.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if you've been to RP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the entrance of the polytechnic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this long giant walking (k thats exaggerating )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and i would walk up that slope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the garden at the roof and study there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres this favorite spot of ours that we'd always go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NOBODY GOES THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NOBODY IS THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ( i think i know what youre thinking but nope its not a NOBODY AGAIN...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its also because its very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the zoo at the forth level of the library at civic centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt be that quiet.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CALL THAT PARTICULAR PLACE HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok maybe we didnt. BUT YOU GET THE POINT!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd be extreme geeks/nerds/birds/whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and study like a BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'd be around 8 PM where we'd pack our stuff and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll always be that same route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down that slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'd be " eh eh i remember...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there'd be " oh ya..... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA  that primarily my days before EOY in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What used to be the 4 friends together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be the all of us going our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD DAYS BEFORE EOY THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a study group we used the same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every study session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course like all other secret hideouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL BE EXPOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after friends brought along other friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who brought along more friends and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what was actually heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became a ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the place was back to normal where nobody was there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wouldnt be the same  people. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down that slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how friends come and go ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how at school people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would say hi to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give you that big bright cheeky smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would hi-five you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the moment you turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you need someone the most,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the friends that you have strong memories of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the friends who are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I used to like her that's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held onto this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the mid-autumn festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then i was in choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're performing at the parade square in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think it was after the performance where we had to gather at the staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the back of the parade  square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was waiting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i felt this line of pain on back ( LOLS I THINK I TOO WEAK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was her using a lightstick to whack my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Thats how i met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after... YEAH I FEEL FOR HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it became complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only because i was too immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped chatting only when i entered sec school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD  TO NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back with her (as in friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got that feeling when you get so interested with the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're texting with that you are so conscious about what you're texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd be thinking " would he be mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would he feel sian after i text him this... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS I DUNNO WHY BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i kinda miss that feeling ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there would eventually be the time when you ran out of topic to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you really dunno how to reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU STILL WANT TO CHAT.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I guess it happened a couple of times while i was chatting with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess maybe im not good enough with this chatting thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try my best =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im addicted to her. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because of that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to bore her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays* &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think i had a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of them were actually capable of standing by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is why i dont want you to feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn,I keep telling myself that we're just friends but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Im always thinking about you  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-509322368482660818?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/509322368482660818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=509322368482660818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/509322368482660818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/509322368482660818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1292679550488695876</id><published>2011-08-20T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:55:02.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JY NJP'/><title type='text'>I feel bad.</title><content type='html'>Im back. Its been about 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the reason why I wasnt blogging for awhile was because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... i was just pure LAZY. PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess its not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of  my friends blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she is no better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might be thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the sudden come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I guess this blog has always been a diary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why  i started blogging in 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was because i needed to express my thoughts somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that may be the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm nt gonna recap on what happened for the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I mean,who cares right? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gonna mention the things that are bothering me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait, whocares about this too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, relationships has always been a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I kinda fell in love with this girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess fell quite deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the extend of making too many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by becoming jealous easily/ by moving too fast in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so foolish to repeat the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, she hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give a standing ovation to those guys out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who make it look easy in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just couldnt put up with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to bother her anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she fell in love with another guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its just another lesson learned in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt happier after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2011 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke up with her guy? i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both started texting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow became close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day she said she liked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* FACE PALM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if it happens to you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after being away from all this crush/like/love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda lost that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS, okay i know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still continued as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it came to a  point where she knew that i was not interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course i feel bad.Lets see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She text-ed me everyday. even if i wont reply her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me letters a couple of times. even if she was afraid i wouldnt want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She baked me cookies.... (=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just i wanted to just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine liked her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess he is still chasing her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped texting me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped texting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she'd accept that friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel bad that after everything that she has done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt show her any sense of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's not hating me right now =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also hope she'll find her Mr. RIGHT. or LEFT. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope shes happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pig one="" only="" on="" and="" i="" guess="" its="" not="" just="" went="" to="" of="" my="" friends="" she="" is="" no="" then="" you="" might="" be="" why="" the="" sudden="" come="" this="" blog="" has="" always="" been="" a="" diary="" reason="" started="" blogging="" in="" 2008="" was="" because="" needed="" express="" thoughts="" so="" that="" may="" but="" m="" nt="" gonna="" recap="" what="" happened="" for="" past="" 6="" who="" cares="" think="" im="" mention="" things="" are="" bothering="" me="" whocares="" about="" hmmm="" relationships="" problem="" suck="" at="" last="" kinda="" fell="" love="" with="" quite="" deep="" extend="" making="" too="" many="" mistakes="" by="" becoming="" jealous="" easily="" moving="" fast="" foolish="" repeat="" same="" mistake="" over="" till="" hated="" gotta="" give="" standing="" ovation="" those="" guys="" out="" there="" make="" it="" look="" easy="" couldnt="" put="" up="" emotions="" got="" better="" stayed="" away="" from="" didnt="" want="" bother="" her="" after="" 3="" months="" finally="" gave="" another="" moved="" lesson="" learned="" felt="" happier="" forward="" 2011="" broke="" we="" both="" texting="" somehow="" became="" close="" day="" said="" liked="" face="" dunno="" if="" happens="" being="" all="" crush="" like="" lost="" okay="" know="" re="" still="" continued="" as="" came="" point="" where="" knew="" interested="" well="" course="" feel="" lets="" ed="" even="" wont="" reply="" sent="" letters="" couple="" afraid="" wouldnt="" baked="" wanted="" ll="" few="" weeks="" friend="" mine="" he="" chasing="" ever="" since="" stopped="" hope="" d="" accept="" haha="" bad="" everything="" show="" any="" sense="" s="" hating="" right="" now="x." also="" find="" or="" xd="" shes="" span="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/pig&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1292679550488695876?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1292679550488695876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1292679550488695876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1292679550488695876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1292679550488695876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-feel-bad.html' title='I feel bad.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5014982687982749037</id><published>2011-02-07T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:03:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embarrassment?</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. I dunno why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but usually i dun really like to wish HAPPY NEW YEAR,(not that im racist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not only new year but its all those other celebrations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has a blog will seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! thats why seriously manzxc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A REBEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEAH seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAS alrights enough of the seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what imma gonna talk about today is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing that comes to your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so many things to talk about embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im gonna bring it all down to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So embarrassment in school will be my topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how embarrassing it was FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wil put it in a story form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys dunno me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err im not a shy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if its about ppl calling me up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand and talk crap or jokes infront of teachers or 1200 students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats not embarrassing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs provided they laugh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda daydream in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when teacher suddenly called me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haris! so arr what is the difference between red apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and green apple?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"err....the colour.....difference?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?! ya la other than colour difference?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" errr...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".............yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"errr one got leaf one no leaf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*friend whispers* no la!errr red apple is more healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHER, is err red apple more healthier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES! very good...so class...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was not exactly the conversation made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was me having the whole "conversation" with the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the teacher called me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUUUUUUUUUUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at that moment when i couldnt ans the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was still thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was complete silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i could imagine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other students starring at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think: YO MAN WAT UP?THE ANS SO EASY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was errr....errr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying not to show the teacher that i was day dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i couldnt ans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i answered wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the embarrassing part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the ppl around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whisper * pspsps ishoiahbdsdodlkasf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whisper*jbdaifhbk;la;BDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispering  me the ans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some code language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but obviously, it could be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they were whipsering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet you guys experience this too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only then when you realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wanna try to make it look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if you nvr had gotten help from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make the ans in your own words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time you cant think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another way of answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only when i realise everyone else knew the answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was.....embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5014982687982749037?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5014982687982749037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5014982687982749037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5014982687982749037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5014982687982749037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/02/embarrassment.html' title='embarrassment?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6596153674075519869</id><published>2011-01-02T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:40:51.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Always have sth to look forward to. Thats what makes life exciting.'/><title type='text'>I'm excited.</title><content type='html'>NO im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO im not gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH C'MON SERIOUSLY??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 1 YEAR WE CELEBRATE 2 NEW YEARS ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dun even make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ang mo new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so which would you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could celebrate only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH. of course its the Chinese New Year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RED PACKET!!!! hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not money face.-- Im honest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, you have the exchange of oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i find quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun really know the real meaning of why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we exchange oranges with our relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the exchange of Orange is like a bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, there are some relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I never really talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is because of the exchange of oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to exchange with that some relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we managed to somehow communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I can always see it in their eyes sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're always thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gosh, a-look-like-malay guy is talking in mandarin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow the world is messed up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAhAHHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS but bringing that topic up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a problem with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Vista point's Viva foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that the food sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that theres only One malay stall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTIME, i go there to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would order food that are more chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was once,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I ordered Yong Tau Foo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course I had to use Chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Yes, i do know the proper way of using chopsticks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;- DUN JUDGE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to, I had to use chopsticks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its always everytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could catch someone from another table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO...this is not those gang stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most cruel stare of all the stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;RACIST!&lt;/span&gt; stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gosh,theres a-look-like-malay-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but-dunno-whether- he's-Philippine-or-Indonesian-guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using chopsticks. wow the world's messed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch is starting soon, in like 1 more day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhas I've been Noted that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM THE OGL FOR SEC 1E1 '11 orientation camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be the OGL for the sec2 leadership camp too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D I just can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6596153674075519869?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6596153674075519869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6596153674075519869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6596153674075519869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6596153674075519869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-excited.html' title='I&apos;m excited.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7860613164629358246</id><published>2010-12-25T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:55:29.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bad thing is Time flies. The good thing is that you&apos;re the pilot.'/><title type='text'>I have 2 years left.</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone/ almost everyone celebrating christmas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like another chinese new year or Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except this is for christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not everyone celebrates Hari Raya together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh c'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why you'd guys wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;RACIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited for dinner ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna have Roast beef and steamboat.(weird christmas huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I guess . Its really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be sec 3 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my seniors would  be like sec4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a while, they'll graduate and its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love to think how it just pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there I was, entering WGS in my first year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting my seniors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting new friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only when you're gonna reach sec 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its then you realise your turn to graduate is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gonna have a tough year, next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many smart ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. And I have 1 more year of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 my final season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nvr been a great player in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a coward in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I know that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;if this is my last year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll make the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm not gonna waste it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Im gonna leave the Sch saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;" I've achieved sth in my 4 years.It was worth it in the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy Haris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7860613164629358246?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7860613164629358246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7860613164629358246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7860613164629358246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7860613164629358246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-2-years-left.html' title='I have 2 years left.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5420109210190449703</id><published>2010-12-19T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:29:21.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86</title><content type='html'>Holidays are ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for school to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll be missing the sleep time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 10hrs long  of sleep hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven completed all my assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im left with math. 3 topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, gonna do that ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd and the day b4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had SC camp. I was excited to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I could skip training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I could skip training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I could skip training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we had intensive trainings in December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means everyday training (mon to sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had no holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped chalet for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped SC practice for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT GONNA SKIP THAT CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went for the camp instead of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was a period during the camp where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a "break." a VERY LONG  BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which at that time i could've go for training  for at least that while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a few other friends who were councillors who also did not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day,SAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go for training since there were'nt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much activities in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went for training. We got scolded by our coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said" all of you know that ytd there was very few ppl who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can for training. sec4 seniors were taking their N-lvl results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins had to go for their match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how tough it is to conduct training if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are very few ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would your teammates feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had to chiong for you.you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your commitment is at the councilor and not here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was pretty upset bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he said bout the commitment thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I came to almost all of his trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only skipped once for that camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realised, he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training would be tough and i had let my teammates down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only my selfish act not that i didnt have time to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that saturday morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my friends ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran almost the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt angry at my coach when i was running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry at myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what they did ytd was tougher than what im doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i give up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I completed 86 rounds that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 is the number to remember of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have learnt my lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5420109210190449703?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5420109210190449703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5420109210190449703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5420109210190449703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5420109210190449703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/86.html' title='86'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6394124299651761553</id><published>2010-11-28T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:34:20.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicated a special friend.Kim JooHwan'/><title type='text'>I've lost someone.</title><content type='html'>Hey,ytd was a very special day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it was my birthday or anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its the day when a special friend of mine........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to Singapore, in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studied in Yusof Ishak secondary in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then transferred to Woodgrove secondary in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its surprising isn't it?i mean how fate works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry was the first to welcome him. hhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember the first day of sch this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a huge commotion over this new Korean guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did attract alot of ppl hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember his shy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now... he's so comparable to a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adult? no.. no  hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenager? nah. to cool for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, He is one of the few who made a great impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i could just call it fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we only got to know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first PW we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Joo Hwan,do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to contribute to the Team logo drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the drawing there was a arm and you drew muscles on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all laughed at your drawing. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soon, we did almost all the projects together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)PW&lt;br /&gt;2)SCI project&lt;br /&gt;3)ENG project&lt;br /&gt;4)MUSIC project&lt;br /&gt;5)LCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas these are only the few i can remember . lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were also times I had quarreled with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I may have just want it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never thought about how he want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do make fun of his language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how he pronounce words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nvr had a chance to say sorry to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its always every situation whether  its my fault or his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was always the first to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year passed, and nvr did I have thought that he'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go back so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he'll stay till you finish JC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, I guess thats life, its like the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going in random directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, when 2e1 were there at the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to send him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nvr did apologise for the past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gosh im tearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dear Kim JooHwan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;                            Hey man, How are you now in Korea? You'd better be fine. its alr 1 day since you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;left. You better write back to us and time soon.=) Im gonna miss the times that every recess we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;go to the canteen together. Or do projects together . Or that music video together. You've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;changed my life so much. And its only now that i realise I have to thank you. Thank you, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sticking by me, up or down.I'm really sorry for all the quarrels we had. I bet if I apologise back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;then at the airport, I'll seriously cry. hahs SERIOUS!I'm glad i gave you that hug that day...haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;so i guess this is it. where we part. I wish you all the best in everything you're about to pursue.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Takecare my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MONKEY Haris.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Takecare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6394124299651761553?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6394124299651761553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6394124299651761553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6394124299651761553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6394124299651761553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-lost-someone.html' title='I&apos;ve lost someone.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4652851419014792812</id><published>2010-10-26T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:40:15.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pls comment.'/><title type='text'>problems problems.</title><content type='html'>Past few days&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOME!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun have to worry about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was studying like crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAREFREE. the huge change is kinda weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're gonna say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Haris, is this your first time taking an exam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and having a holiday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nono, its not my first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM... JUST WEIRD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just glad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EOY's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the SPEECH competition's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant relax yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUZ 2 FREAKING MONTHS LTR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE IS THAT BIG BBALL GAME to play -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres also sth that happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bro and my parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow they quarrelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it isnt like those normal quarrrell whr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM:" You're grounded!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRO:"URGHHH -.- "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*MOM TURNS AROUND*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRO: _|_ siao eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no no not that. although thats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abit too much. but its some how worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parenst often ask me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why my bro changed so drastically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the weird thing is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY KEEP ASKING THE SAME QUESTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean : HOW DO I F****ING know??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they started the whole quarrell yet they ask me why he changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok so thats not the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the problem is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use me as a punching bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they dun physically beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its verbally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im like the for example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria Hetogh ( dunno whos that? GO CHECK IT OUT URSELF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im like for example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are two neighbours quarrelling with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they dun physically fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they throw paint over each other  gates and windows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to disturb each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im like the stupid gate.-.- haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i get irritated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my mother scolds universally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUN UNDERSTAND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, my bro did not do what my mother requested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she cant find my bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she saw me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she will come up to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM: " YOU ALL ONLY KNOW HOW TO EAT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;USE COMPUTER  AND SLEEP."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM:" ASK YOU ALL TO DO STH THEN YOU ALL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAKE YOUR SWEET SWEET TIME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(then she goes bla bla bla)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM NOT MY BRO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SHE's SCOLDING ME???!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she nvr even ask me to help her.-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats the problem now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i think adults,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tend to get too busy till they lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-anger mangement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-E.Q.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-and especially "saying sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask yourself a question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when was the last time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your parents ever said sorry to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-4652851419014792812?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4652851419014792812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4652851419014792812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4652851419014792812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4652851419014792812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/10/problems-problems.html' title='problems problems.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4667971644469211573</id><published>2010-10-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:10:35.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re happy? I&apos;m happy.'/><title type='text'>Setbacks are true blessings in disguise.</title><content type='html'>Give her that smile&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell her you love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give her a hug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell her you love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold her hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell  her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give her the happiness that im unable to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give her that security that im unable to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give her that kiss that im unable to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun worry , I'll be there smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if I cant tell her I love her.&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/5165658067367490282-4667971644469211573?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4667971644469211573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4667971644469211573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4667971644469211573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4667971644469211573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/10/setbacks-are-true-blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Setbacks are true blessings in disguise.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3309416615518453582</id><published>2010-10-04T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:40:39.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im confused.'/><title type='text'>Never had this feeling.</title><content type='html'>There are so many ppl&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can dance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm impressed with some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nah. I dun think I'll be taking dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe..? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally impressed by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couple who danced to the song Mad-Neyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzzjyf6nPLw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzzjyf6nPLw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzzjyf6nPLw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll be stunned too.watch watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing thats on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now is that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun have that feeling alr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can anyone  guess what feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought since p4 till sec 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that its impossible not to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm feeling great in where I am now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so can anyone guess wht type of feeling I have now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3309416615518453582?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3309416615518453582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3309416615518453582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3309416615518453582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3309416615518453582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-had-this-feeling.html' title='Never had this feeling.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1889732113481798454</id><published>2010-09-29T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:33:45.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wont fall even if you said I was wrong.'/><title type='text'>I hope this would inspire you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wana be the change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;I want to see in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ask you a question,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do you hate to be in your class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe its because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you think you are the odd one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe its because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you think that everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is getting along except you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look back, Think back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we're you the person you are right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maybe you wished you could fly back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;before you chose woodgrove. and choose another sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT I'LL TELL YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if its fate that brought you  here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do you think it is trying to bring you to your regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;or your destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You dun have to care about how it changed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you dun have to care about what if you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in another sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that everyone here, in this class, in this school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are never perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all have done sth bad in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and thats why we're all here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We are what we are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;strong or weak , clever or smart , wise or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We're given those default qualities by GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and we have accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But whats most important is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;not what we are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but it is who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that chooses to be strong or weak, clever or smart , wise or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="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; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It is who we are, that changes us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"No one will ever be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But it is the will to keep trying that makes us beyond perfection"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so what are your thoughts about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1889732113481798454?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1889732113481798454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1889732113481798454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1889732113481798454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1889732113481798454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hope-this-would-inspire-you.html' title='I hope this would inspire you.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-438258805903974793</id><published>2010-09-25T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:36:00.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have a feeling you&apos;re just using me.'/><title type='text'>you cant win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DUN TRY TO BE A PHILOSOPHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dunno why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but i get pissed or irritated when I see ppl posting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OLD quotes or sayings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for example,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"no one is perfect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;err??what are you? you born ytd? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NOOB manzxc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;seriously. Cant you be more original?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU WANT PPL TO NOTICE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OR HAVE A THOUGHT ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WRITE STH DIFFERENT LA! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I know why I'm so sick over this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. The person I'm pointing to is trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to use this "so powerful" quote to redeem his actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.The person I'm pointing to wants attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.The person I'm pointing to thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;what he did was not his fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.The person I'm pointing to is trying to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;make it seems like its not his fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The person I'm pointing to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SO, WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-438258805903974793?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/438258805903974793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7225764509239450230</id><published>2010-09-22T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:56:01.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love your smile.'/><title type='text'>Let me hear your voice=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG BANG V.S. SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;who wins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, wait wait before you shout out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SHINee, SHINee! hear me out first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and and and dun kill me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although I'm not a stalker or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a crazy fan= write pop artist names everywhere.XD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I prefer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BIG BANG than SHINee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;REASONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Big Bang has 5 great pop artist which have their own unique routines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;G-dragon( singer *own album*and actor* ithink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tae Yang ( singer*own album*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Top (Actor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;the other two not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BLEH XD im not a STALKER! how i know???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; one of the Big Bang member inspired me a lot by his songs, which gave me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GREAT impression on Big Bang ( Tae Yang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;Big Bang has nice concerts. and they come up with new ways of performing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;ike, G-DRAGON became a conductor of the orchestra of the concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;be fore he sings FTW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcmEbHviL9A&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcmEbHviL9A&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;Big Bang has meaningful songs. Not saying all are meaningful. But the ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that ppl most listen to in their album are the ones with meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those are the reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now for the reasons why i didnt chose SHINee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;REASONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;I like the way it catches ppl attention with the catchy tempo and all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SHUAI GEs but honestly( dun feel offended its just my opinion), I dun get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the feeling of their song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you all sure say," THE SONG ALL GOT MEANING LA JUST YOU DUNNO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wait, i know. for example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if you're sad, you use slow piano music and soft melody and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but SHINee songs to me is like sad lyrics but energetic rhythm.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;I dun like SOME of their song titles. okay. One is "lucifer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lol i know i know you'll kill me for saying this but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do you know what Lucifer means??? hahahs go check it out manzxc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;THIS IS THE MAIN REASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because they can easily make girls obsessed with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;especially her ! HAHS! LAWL. but i dun mind XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lol ya ya im jealous.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay so dun feel offended. well im only one person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is voicing  out his opinions so dun take it as  im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;trying to push you away from SHINee or wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but..BIG BANG ROCKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what are your views?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7225764509239450230?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7225764509239450230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7225764509239450230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7225764509239450230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7225764509239450230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-hear-your-voice_8568.html' title='Let me hear your voice=)'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-8908573808696811991</id><published>2010-09-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:39:19.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argghhh sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you wont be able to see this. haiz.'/><title type='text'>I still like you, you know?</title><content type='html'>I dunno if its just me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have a feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shld I say I believe that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're all related or connected to each other somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like recently it was Cindy Chang's birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I looked through all the ppl who wished her on fb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I saw my friends name ' Ling Ting'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's my pri school friend, and I'm there thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" SHE KNOW CINDY??!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this type of stuff is so common to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another friend who study in WRS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she asked me " you know who is Jing Yi ar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'm like Ya? She my sch wat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she wow. Then the same thing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WORLD IS GETTING SMALLER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THIS IS NOT A HYPERBOLE.(inside joke.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing i wana talk about is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BGR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;err I dunno why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Sometimes i have this 'temporary wants' kind of thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of nowhere or at a particular time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a great eagerness or want to have or be in a relationship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO BADLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno why. LOL sounds ridiculous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait theres  more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after that short period of 'temporary wants'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 'temporary change of mind' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i have thoughts that i dun have time and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like i want.. then i dun want... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WAIT. DUN SAY IM A HONGSTER OR PLAY BOY OR WAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS ALL HAPPENING IN A PLACE CALLED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BRAIN.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;do you guys have this type of feeling? or is it just me?&lt;/span&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/5165658067367490282-8908573808696811991?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8908573808696811991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=8908573808696811991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8908573808696811991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8908573808696811991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-still-like-you-you-know.html' title='I still like you, you know?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-8642723510549714049</id><published>2010-09-06T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:36:05.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m picking myself up.'/><title type='text'>3 quater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLIDAY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its September. and its really,really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have quite a few homeworks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literature project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Glog (Done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science          (Done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics (Done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Im only left with Geography and Literature!!! woohoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta make use of the days left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt really do well for CA2 though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.JY for EOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TITBmwbjPQI/AAAAAAAAANY/3Ctnk1HtSfg/s1600/harislim-save-the-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TITBmwbjPQI/AAAAAAAAANY/3Ctnk1HtSfg/s200/harislim-save-the-earth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513744715387976962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres the simple Glog I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL theres a cute video on sponge bob in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. view it if you want to.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres the link: &lt;a href="http://sj3vndm.edu.glogster.com/harislim-save-the-earth/"&gt;http://sj3vndm.edu.glogster.com/harislim-save-the-earth/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sj3vndm.edu.glogster.com/harislim-save-the-earth/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ya and TO ALL SEC 2 COUNCILLORS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres a vid Afiqah made for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO AND WATCH. its touching. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres the link:&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1298045265#!/video/video.php?v=1310039565884"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1298045265#!/video/video.php?v=1310039565884&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the great times we had.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/5165658067367490282-8642723510549714049?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8642723510549714049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=8642723510549714049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8642723510549714049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8642723510549714049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-quater.html' title='3 quater.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TITBmwbjPQI/AAAAAAAAANY/3Ctnk1HtSfg/s72-c/harislim-save-the-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5276826628000030179</id><published>2010-09-01T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:38:45.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 13'/><title type='text'>Ignorance over embarrassment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AR YEAH! finally its over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its fun though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TH253ePa7aI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NEdZTixkdB8/s200/skit+performance..jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511765881633041826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its the jump style and the shuffling group &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who set the standard of performance to wow the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then of course we damn scared.and nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well. its great in the end. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TH25zRXd5mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9r23LgFST0M/s1600/Hairspray+performance..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TH25zRXd5mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9r23LgFST0M/s200/Hairspray+performance..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511765809457653346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hair spray! SUCCESS! Theres a vid on this on FB.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched it and i realised we're like one beat slower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its my fault cuz everyone followed me.my bad LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all it was still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TH25rCOIdNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IVCjH8-oYKI/s1600/Group+hairspray+2all+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TH25rCOIdNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IVCjH8-oYKI/s200/Group+hairspray+2all+in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511765667953013970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hairspray! yea! SEC 2 2010 councillors ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I was placed on a road. I had to choose a path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regretted.But now it all seems like the right path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woodgrove &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5276826628000030179?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5276826628000030179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5276826628000030179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5276826628000030179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5276826628000030179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/ignorance-over-embarrassment.html' title='Ignorance over embarrassment.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TH253ePa7aI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NEdZTixkdB8/s72-c/skit+performance..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1154422741182523739</id><published>2010-08-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:44:05.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with you on the dance floor.'/><title type='text'>Its gonna be a night to remember ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On fri we had the rehearsals for teachers day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. it was no good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey! Today practiced hairspray from 10:10 to 6 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we've done it! Complete! woohooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just alittle afraid cuz veeva left early so she dunno some of the steps. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope mon performance will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/THke-tiMW9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TrvLeHK46AA/s1600/Group+hairspray+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/THke-tiMW9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TrvLeHK46AA/s200/Group+hairspray+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510469681788246994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahas group photo. of the heairspray ppl. not all are in though.LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasif is freakin solo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/THke32FxZUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/816OOOf0Z0Y/s1600/Shuai!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/THke32FxZUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/816OOOf0Z0Y/s200/Shuai!!!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510469563825874242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno when they took this but hehe looks cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven shown you guys the pic of me with the geek glasses .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH i will post it on my nxt post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this pic cannot quite see .LOL hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no, I wasnt emo-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just reading my past msgs~ LOL hahahhs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD FUN TODAY! COUNCILLORs, JY,JY,ZAI JY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1154422741182523739?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1154422741182523739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1154422741182523739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1154422741182523739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1154422741182523739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-gonna-be-night-to-remember.html' title='Its gonna be a night to remember ~'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/THke-tiMW9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TrvLeHK46AA/s72-c/Group+hairspray+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7371819511185714163</id><published>2010-08-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:35:33.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'>T, stay happy uh!=)</title><content type='html'>Teachers day rehearsal!! OMG&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scary! shitzxc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were shocking moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will not spoil the surprise LOL really shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Veeva and Brenda or to all who had organise this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it hadnt be for this event,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be close to Amsyar they all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldnt have so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but although we have much  to practice, but hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was great.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to skip training tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for tmr's practice. haha hope it pays off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL nxt week jiu yao perform liao leh!!! ARGGHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although,you're not the girl i dream to talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt happy too.Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7371819511185714163?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7371819511185714163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7371819511185714163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7371819511185714163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7371819511185714163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/watch-you-go.html' title='T, stay happy uh!=)'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-2435221779044516730</id><published>2010-08-22T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:42:00.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Far far away.'/><title type='text'>I'm losing control. Falling apart.</title><content type='html'>" forgive an forget not revenge and regret" by Ling Ting&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a lot of self-thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go some where far this sept .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start reflecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short period.A huge change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its pushing off the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant help but saying those stuff out of anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"stop fighting over girls." by someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will. Sorry for what I've said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2435221779044516730?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2435221779044516730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2435221779044516730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2435221779044516730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2435221779044516730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-losing-control-falling-apart.html' title='I&apos;m losing control. Falling apart.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1569167919715198012</id><published>2010-08-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:39:42.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m gonna go far.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" forgive an forget not revenge and regret" by Ling Ting&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a lot of self-thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go some where far this sept .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start reflecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short period.A huge change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its pushing off the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant help but saying those stuff out of anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to stop.&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/5165658067367490282-1569167919715198012?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1569167919715198012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-8353708428731447179</id><published>2010-08-21T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:13:26.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever manzxc'/><title type='text'>YOU DUN TELL ME HOW I KNOW?</title><content type='html'>@$#@#%!%!@%&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dun understand how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that has happened has any link to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU ASK ME THINK IT THROUGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;who it has affected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;how it affects them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;and why it affects them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU TELL ME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW AM I GONNA REALISE MY MISTAKE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that i wanted to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is the change that happened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that made me different from before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before YOU say " you have changed alot the past few days"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF U WERE ME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF YOU WERE ANGRY,CONFUSED,SHOCKED,STABBED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WILL YOU STILL BE THE SAME PERSON?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you all expect a lot from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being more understanding, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or being that person who's not so GL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least not like those other guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT IM NOT PERFECT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GET ANGRY TOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when u are in a bad situation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're sad , angry , watever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make it look as if theres a way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or calm you to a point where you  realise something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesnt mean i can do or say the same things to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do need a shoulder to cry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do need a listening ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do need someone to tell me my rights and wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really appreciate it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could just tell me what i did wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know these few days i keep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bursting into flames very easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i hope you all understand the breakdowns in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it happens not only to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanted me to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me time.&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/5165658067367490282-8353708428731447179?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8353708428731447179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=8353708428731447179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8353708428731447179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8353708428731447179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dun-tell-me-how-i-know.html' title='YOU DUN TELL ME HOW I KNOW?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7545691938960727307</id><published>2010-08-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:23:53.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re just hiding all your flaws.'/><title type='text'>I dun wanna be a murderer.</title><content type='html'>So many things happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i found out a lot of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LCD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argghhh thank god manzxc!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to ENELTON AND ZHONG GUAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you two seriously did a lot? HAHHAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers day thing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF soo tiring manzxc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i and Audi in all three acts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noose, Hair spray and skit. WTF!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired.mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after today's audition, quite relieved ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really.I didnt know until wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would be really sth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... I found the _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg! so &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why didnt i see this earlier!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"they" came to talk to me about _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres sth they're( dun wan say who)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping from me.HAH i gonna find out manzxc=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you guys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all keep say i've changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when sth happened to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the atmosphere is totally change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your whole mind start to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall off a cliff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you expect me to control myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially my feelings.&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/5165658067367490282-7545691938960727307?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7545691938960727307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7545691938960727307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7545691938960727307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7545691938960727307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dun-wanna-be-murderer.html' title='I dun wanna be a murderer.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6923026222488430550</id><published>2010-08-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:22:12.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but i&apos;ll try every way till i&apos;ve lost .'/><title type='text'>Theres sth missing</title><content type='html'>Everyday is so boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres no excitement for tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant wait for 9 sept!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FASTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for miracles to happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANT WAIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will that boat come again?&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/5165658067367490282-6923026222488430550?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6923026222488430550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6923026222488430550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6923026222488430550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6923026222488430550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-sth-missing.html' title='Theres sth missing'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5707528098644938896</id><published>2010-08-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:02:43.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its a memory I wont delete.'/><title type='text'>It makes me smile.</title><content type='html'>The only thing that im so interested &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in today, is really P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with mr.pan O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didnt know that there was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually a sport called touch rugby 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally impressed by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After P.E. everything was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... it was err fine. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after school did nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except looking through the 4951&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled so many times while browsing through~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like every thing is happening all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling is really great=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when looking through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice that every morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres always a msg wahh~=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I rmb the msgs very very active&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 sec ltr need reply! HAHA then reply alr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 sec ltr need reply! wah then smile smile to my phone like one retard~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah good times. Fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only that its only a memory.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gonna look through again tmr!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not angry at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dun feel like saying anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5707528098644938896?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5707528098644938896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5707528098644938896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5707528098644938896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5707528098644938896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-makes-me-smile.html' title='It makes me smile.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4715235608974607263</id><published>2010-08-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:01:41.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beg for you'/><title type='text'>ignored.</title><content type='html'>Patience.=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today woke up again at 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went training and hell my throat was dry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 plus end and there i had to go for councillor meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That really sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because it was tiring or wat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because the time passed so slow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But finally it was 7 and WooHoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know i like her and you still sms her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're trying to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in your heart...haiz.&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/5165658067367490282-4715235608974607263?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4715235608974607263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4715235608974607263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4715235608974607263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4715235608974607263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/ignored.html' title='ignored.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-312847133833845998</id><published>2010-08-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:14:46.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a plan. or is it not?'/><title type='text'>I like your style.</title><content type='html'>Not bad not bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahs you smiled at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i smiled back at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That great electricity buzzing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between our eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be too rash to guess who=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because its Jeremy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah its not a girl=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's a  great guy, and even a wonderful friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received the exam grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lousy. failed  Eng and Sci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to whine about falling behind and all those stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No time for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slacked like crazy in school.Even sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Joshua came. He was like not in the mood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we talked.We talked like brothers! Woah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He started all the punching the punching bag thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was crazy. But fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that had that cheering thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its kinda... well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not fun. But the E2 girls are high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or was it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it was just me.LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back home after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the times i wished i was in Christ Church,&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/5165658067367490282-312847133833845998?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/312847133833845998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=312847133833845998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/312847133833845998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/312847133833845998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-your-style.html' title='I like your style.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3616806760071868533</id><published>2010-08-10T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:19:15.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I had been living in a dream.'/><title type='text'>I've wasted my time.</title><content type='html'>Its august alr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really fast. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr is the fasting month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard they said that its a month of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope it its.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today is the beginning of the Hungry Ghost Month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know if im like 'involved'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this 'Horror month' but oh well. Respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've wasted so much time alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much things i want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many promises to fulfill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i going to start waking up now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more wasting of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to live life the way i want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how i want my future to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a man.Stop flirting.And stop lying to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just walk through that door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3616806760071868533?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3616806760071868533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3616806760071868533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3616806760071868533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3616806760071868533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-wasted-my-time.html' title='I&apos;ve wasted my time.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7644181074799018166</id><published>2010-08-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:17:12.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The disappointment of every false hope and the regrets of every wrong move.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its august alr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really fast. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr is the fasting month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard they said that its a month of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope it its.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today is the beginning of the Hungry Ghost Month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know if im like 'involved'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this 'Horror month' but oh well. Respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've wasted so much time alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much things i want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many promises to fulfill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i going to start waking up now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more wasting of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to live life the way i want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how i want my future to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a man.Stop flirting.And stop lying to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just walk through that door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7644181074799018166?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7644181074799018166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7644181074799018166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7644181074799018166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7644181074799018166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-august-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-8622138550983061708</id><published>2010-08-08T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T12:12:49.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gonna be a better a guy'/><title type='text'>Lets try a new way.</title><content type='html'>NDP is tmr, and im wondering if tmr is a publicHoli &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;it &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;is. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; God &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; damn &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of going out. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. nvm tues then go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try a new way of writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgs in each post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;try decoding it&lt;/span&gt;=))) hahahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise, after giving so much advise about &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat to do in relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still suck in them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!! Coach said" what you are thinking of now is who you are.." (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no more vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;( i mean use only when despo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get a life!&lt;/span&gt;!(Go out and play dun always get busy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Understand ppl&lt;/span&gt;(i better learn this fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no more singlish&lt;/span&gt;( american accent here i come!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs weird you might say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, im gonna try.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-8622138550983061708?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8622138550983061708/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5820111630790649170</id><published>2010-08-06T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:32:50.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAYLORSWIFT~~~~~'/><title type='text'>So much memories....=))))</title><content type='html'>WA today damn suay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go hall must do door duty hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also good la can see the performance.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's celebration so much difference from last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody all zi high one lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all wan attention AHAHHAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went gyming with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG saw mr.Pan there and his big chunk of muscles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went home and on checked on comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments for the music video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw if u all haven watch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it now!!!!!heres the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/video/video.php?v=1358095121285&amp;amp;ref=notif¬if_t=like"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/video/video.php?v=1358095121285&amp;amp;ref=notif¬if_t=like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my group the music project!!!hope u enjoy it.HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole afternoon i was watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor swift MVs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seriously made me remember about all the memories!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i seriously love that   feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, i fell asleep lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the gyming thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, and here i am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going for guitar class =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;although i gave up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didnt feel happy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5820111630790649170?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5820111630790649170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5820111630790649170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5820111630790649170'/><link rel='self' 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PAPER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! but i realised tmr got lit test O-M-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science today, i tot it was easy but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS guys guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres sth really amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG its the beautiful scenery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when i was away from smsing her these few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised the scenery is like so damn beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so caught up with life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i didnt even notice those little things God made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could see these sceneries everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its more beautiful than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the photos i took next time&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i giving up on you cuz&lt;br /&gt;you will never like me and&lt;br /&gt;you dun understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-8422452516951008730?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8422452516951008730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=8422452516951008730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8422452516951008730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8422452516951008730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wont-regret-again.html' title='I wont regret again.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7874805455707732224</id><published>2010-07-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:11:54.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT MEANS IM BUSY'/><title type='text'>This post doesnt state anything that happened in my life now but,</title><content type='html'>Past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming and Going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the month of hell' is also coming(guess what it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you, or anyone(woodgrover) who is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres only 1 week left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday u wake up in the morning (or afternoon,PIG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you have did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made what you are today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 23 july 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days just passes quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does exams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then followed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not too late and it'll nvr be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz today's mistake may just be tmr's success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, IM GONNA STUDY REAL HARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STOP ASKING ME TO UPDATE TRIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aing.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im free i'll update.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"motivational " speech by Haris^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7874805455707732224?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7874805455707732224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7874805455707732224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7874805455707732224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7874805455707732224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-post-doesnt-state-anything-that.html' title='This post doesnt state anything that happened in my life now but,'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4376893188273666943</id><published>2010-07-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:05:02.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i understand now.'/><title type='text'>31th day.</title><content type='html'>Sch is getting better le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the sky sometimes looks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just like you&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491899878630535538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TDcl15_IsXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oJP9QoPsnMU/s200/DSC00458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun setting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be chasing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i give up now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will nvr come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i promised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will nvr be fufilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will nvr exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491899610800267266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TDclmUPbIAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/873vvWzn8Rs/s200/DSC00461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; may seem idiotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a glimpse of you everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would look out of the window every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TDclZ5aQXFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nHDEf0ste6o/s1600/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491899397439511634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TDclZ5aQXFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nHDEf0ste6o/s200/DSC00459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there are times where things get complicated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where things are always uneasy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-4376893188273666943?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4376893188273666943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4376893188273666943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4376893188273666943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4376893188273666943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/07/31th-day.html' title='31th day.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TDcl15_IsXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oJP9QoPsnMU/s72-c/DSC00458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6742214237645069235</id><published>2010-07-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:52:54.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll find that star.'/><title type='text'>A better someone.</title><content type='html'>Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been the 26thday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had councillor day!!! wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fantastic. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i and Yong Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was always liek "eh eh there got chio bu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no la there got"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we first time see chio bu like that.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole day we keep chio bu chio bu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in causeway,&lt;br /&gt; i was looking around and thenwondered whr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Huey went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThenYong Ang pointed to the old auntine sitting beside him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there there there sitting beside that chio bu" LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time was really hilarious hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately as a whole, the whole outing was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats another day passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT AFRAID ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAO LIAN BRING IT ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just afraid of training during the fasting month~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the guys out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars that you see tonight,&lt;br /&gt;may not be the ones you'll see tmr.&lt;br /&gt;*treasure your her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just wanna say, that im not worthy foryou and im nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but neither you are to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6742214237645069235?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6742214237645069235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6742214237645069235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6742214237645069235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6742214237645069235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-someone.html' title='A better someone.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-926408077960989505</id><published>2010-06-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:45:28.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pls...'/><title type='text'>you're the gun to my holster</title><content type='html'>Its the 8th day le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast...&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually plan to go to sch to play ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, i couldnt wake up hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... didnt play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained!! so  even is i went i still couldnt play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i start studying??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i'll try it again tmr.. hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MSG HER TODAY AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the msg is so different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday it gets worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why do you treat me so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when were just friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cant we be just like before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-926408077960989505?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/926408077960989505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=926408077960989505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/926408077960989505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/926408077960989505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-gun-to-my-holster.html' title='you&apos;re the gun to my holster'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-2845417443104727670</id><published>2010-06-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:33:01.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dun know how long i can bear.'/><title type='text'>So cold.weak inside</title><content type='html'>7th day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO I STILL HAVEN FINISH HW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr maybe doing hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had training and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WASNT SLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate it when it comes to the match during training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to havelunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAW CINDY OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this cute couple~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hand somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shall nt say who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to do project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed Sandra today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THX ALOT FOR THE ADVICE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also smsed her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i kinda lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost the confidence to chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but are you avoiding me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just deserve this&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after all that happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2845417443104727670?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2845417443104727670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2845417443104727670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2845417443104727670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2845417443104727670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-coldweak-inside.html' title='So cold.weak inside'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-964789885713882681</id><published>2010-06-14T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:24:52.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start anew?'/><title type='text'>Do i deserve to fall in love again?</title><content type='html'>Its alr the 6th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.i still feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll still wait for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to sch to play bball,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly only  JK,Aloy and JC came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest was Bgirls and two hardworking Cgirls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow the 2 C girls really nt bad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmb when i was in sec one i wasnt even like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THIS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the W of the SLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TBXyWGrGrGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MZwjHZRaeOU/s1600/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482554582955895906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TBXyWGrGrGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MZwjHZRaeOU/s200/DSC00409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A DEAD SQUASHED FROG!!!POOR thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TBXyHEBq-gI/AAAAAAAAALw/_VCKI4wq8fY/s1600/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482554324547205634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TBXyHEBq-gI/AAAAAAAAALw/_VCKI4wq8fY/s200/DSC00408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because of this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alot of things couldnt happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like,now the princess cannot kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and turn the frog into a prince..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz.. wat a tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL...SOMETIMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the "horror"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we bus-ed to causeway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then had lunch and walked around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home and rearranged room!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously prefered the room arrangement NOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE 6th day without you&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/5165658067367490282-964789885713882681?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/964789885713882681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=964789885713882681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4344290207805086760</id><published>2010-06-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:06:48.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wan you to know that i still love you.'/><title type='text'>wat shld i do??</title><content type='html'>SO fast FRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up at 9++(WOAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to be at the RP at 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played games!!!!hahahhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played com games till 10.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then followed bro to the com shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do sth to the com.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon realied i was actually LATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45 liao hahahhahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i still slowly walk back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached RP at 1 hahhahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD ALOT OF FUN THR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAD AOT OF FUN THR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAIHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas its really tiring though walk here thr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think performers more sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nid rehearse again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------END------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ,obviously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've locked my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u all understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DUN UNDERSTAND WHY???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have given up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW can i expect her to still like me??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*** YOU HARIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she liked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nvr treasured her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rejected her calls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smsed her coldly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ignoring her  msg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet she kept on being by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i said my feelings faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she still cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just like inverse proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was x and i was y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day I liked her again(stupid rite.haiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*** YOU Haris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think she has already given up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that day i had taken a step back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not given up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everthing would have been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am to deserve her love again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the reason why i lock is bcuz i didnt wan her to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys treasure your love ones manzxc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post more about wat i wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything were perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-4344290207805086760?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4344290207805086760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4344290207805086760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4344290207805086760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4344290207805086760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and i just realised today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal for aesthetic night day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder you were so nt want to sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm rest ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to your performance on 11june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no chance le... haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2173714479870207545?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2173714479870207545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2173714479870207545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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much.</title><content type='html'>"All that I'm after,&lt;br /&gt;is a life full of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that all that still matters,&lt;br /&gt;is love ever after,&lt;br /&gt;after the life we've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know theres no life after you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That night i asked you if you like anyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you said no. i was damn happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But now i realised, it didnt mean you still like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wa... tmr is flying off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wonder if she remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still got training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. well, i wont skip tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres not much to say,&lt;br /&gt;when its boredom all day.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesnt mean i have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;cuz all day long,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2667024377516530187?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2667024377516530187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2667024377516530187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2667024377516530187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2667024377516530187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-too-much.html' title='I Think too much.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3047681783653874427</id><published>2010-06-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:04:17.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='continuing the good.'/><title type='text'>nothing matters but you.</title><content type='html'>These few days were exeptionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MON 31 may,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)preparation process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up "early"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have the preparation for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball presentaion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm maybe you dunno whats that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets say its just a presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end didnt really prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends joked about nt eating fish burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz it cuz OVERFISHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, maybe not all of you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) before presentation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after that went to sch. realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nt MR.TAN or COACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were discussing among ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL then suddenlly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAZZAM friend called me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to the dunno wht room and join them for DRAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was laughing?LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also dunno why  like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a girl pulled me to another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guessed she wanted me to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at muazzam and gave the "wat?" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL it was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that coach came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING HAPPENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) presentation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went on with presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Rui did fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know much about the slides,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked lots of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad coach laughed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TUES 1June,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)The Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tell you something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i lied on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt sick.at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=late for the councillor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=nvr go training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i smsed and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nt feeling well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when im perfectly fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)what i did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to play bball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the near by bball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)Sick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after playing .headache came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because i lied thats why like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)Training?!!diedie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw the  msg and got a call form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Keong saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to rush to training cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no mc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did. with my headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt run of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached sch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a few sec ones bballers leaving sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tot training ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still went in la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5)Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached the canteen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot they were push up position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they were drinking water!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god,  coach forgive them cuz i nvr come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also glad teammates didnt blame me.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)Outcome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said THURS then like take the perth trip shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)shopping!!and..haircut??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chong pang with bro to get stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cut hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL satisfied with haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope wont get caught by DP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Mr.Jong during training.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to see some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited for perth trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a few good deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE LIES.(i'll try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;=)wat a long post hope you read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3047681783653874427?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3047681783653874427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3047681783653874427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3047681783653874427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3047681783653874427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing-matters-but-you.html' title='nothing matters but you.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4213946111611771387</id><published>2010-05-30T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:20:53.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='less than 3'/><title type='text'>PHRASES or PHASES</title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around. theres no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs just scaring you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT SCARY? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate the feeling when i got back my report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like&lt;br /&gt;:yay! i improved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt drop drastically down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dropped to 3e2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna go e1 de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That da, rachel shared with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her studying techniques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SURE GONNA LISTENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol .... maybe you think now im studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nvr post much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually is no. im just pure lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol .okay so once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna study intensively in june,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will still post.&lt;br /&gt;heres my ranking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33/162&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dun pity me.i hate it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and YESTERDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad fufilled my 2nd wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in total he has alr fufilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my wishes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS DAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today seem so boring.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but chat with a CHIO BU on PHONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's HOT!! hahahhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she sees this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... yup,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some phrases which my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN CUTE MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Don't hate to love Never love to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Death is a process, what makes it scary is grief , not death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)open the box,and you open my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)im a Zebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PHASES'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-8218115059460441344</id><published>2010-05-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:17:28.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But its too late.'/><title type='text'>Damn regret.</title><content type='html'>Wow so fast going to june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means you must have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love to think about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how things would turn out differently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i had done things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,if i followed my bro to his sch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i still be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had given up in one of the trainings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i still be in sch team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haven let you go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everytime i made a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;theres always bound to be regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. IM NOT TRYING TO BE EMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not wonder it yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see wat soughts of things you might think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn regret,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm refined&lt;br /&gt;Cast my line&lt;br /&gt;To see what's behind&lt;br /&gt;Did you think you persuaded me to let you go? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-8218115059460441344?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8218115059460441344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=8218115059460441344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8218115059460441344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/8218115059460441344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn-regret.html' title='Damn regret.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-7934402559184809790</id><published>2010-05-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:35:23.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interested but nt like.'/><title type='text'>should i or should i nt?</title><content type='html'>WOW lit is really a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams still got homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i do well in exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aegh!!! nervous. i think tmr will get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atleast 1 paper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.bored and troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe you can help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want to help??lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cousre you want to.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)should i go for pri sch class gathering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)should i stop bball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)shld i .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm there you go. oh ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR HOLIDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im interested but i think im annoying to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-7934402559184809790?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7934402559184809790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=7934402559184809790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7934402559184809790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/7934402559184809790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-i-or-should-i-nt.html' title='should i or should i nt?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-4754959967999489605</id><published>2010-05-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:45:13.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOOF?woof?'/><title type='text'>WHO ARE YOU~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hey y'all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i didnt knew that the past few days would be so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno how to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well nvm.was sick the past few days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and theres mid year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno why everytime before &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;an exam waiting to start the paper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel so thrilled to do the paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT NOT TODAY.MATH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh.alot Q. wrong. haiz....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nvm... studied in the library today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saw that girl(dunno her name) sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saw her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya  and if you see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a dog around ask it to bark at me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so that i will stop typing this and start &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STUDYING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahs. JOKING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tmr is SCIENCE hope can ace the test easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all the best to everyone??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-4754959967999489605?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4754959967999489605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=4754959967999489605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4754959967999489605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/4754959967999489605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-are-you.html' title='WHO ARE YOU~'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6006865668716941835</id><published>2010-04-19T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:29:43.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i gotta make the first move cuz if i dun you&apos;re gonna start hatin me..'/><title type='text'>When you do something wrong you lose everything.</title><content type='html'>I feel uneasy cuz of Kpo teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They abuse their authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case is alr closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet this few teachers are still talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They asked my friends about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.totally pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wait is nt ask is threatened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@%20#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!@ #$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghh whoever spread the rumours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will nt be so polite if teachers keep talking about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better watch out.(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IM GONNA FIND YOU&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CUZ ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais...&lt;br /&gt;I think some ppl understand. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe keith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and to:you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;do something wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe you wont ever see this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i just gotta say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;everything you have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i care too much to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;go against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its just wrong for you to like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dunno.But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave if you must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6006865668716941835?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6006865668716941835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6006865668716941835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6006865668716941835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6006865668716941835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-you-do-something-wrong-you-lose.html' title='When you do something wrong you lose everything.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3902486318650933330</id><published>2010-04-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:58:33.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two cases.still counting.'/><title type='text'>stupid ppl.stupid rumours.stupid situation.</title><content type='html'>HAIZ HAIZ HAIZ&lt;br /&gt;so many things happening.&lt;br /&gt;im very lucky to be pulled out by mr.ng today&lt;br /&gt;for the"goal setting"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;had match today.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;punggol sec. but nvr play well leh.&lt;br /&gt;47-40.&lt;br /&gt;hahs ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i want to play in next match!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had ORAL.&lt;br /&gt;its only fun when the coversation part.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed alot lol.&lt;br /&gt;haiz but this means &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mid year&lt;/span&gt; coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop doing somethings&lt;br /&gt;give up somethings&lt;br /&gt;start doing somethings&lt;br /&gt;continue doing somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAAA so long nvr post liao...&lt;br /&gt;cuz lazy psps&lt;br /&gt;Here is lame question for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are in a sinking rowboat surrounded by sharks. How would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: quit imagining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3902486318650933330?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3902486318650933330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3902486318650933330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3902486318650933330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3902486318650933330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/04/stupid-pplstupid-rumoursstupid.html' title='stupid ppl.stupid rumours.stupid situation.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-438619090646426754</id><published>2010-03-27T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:34:54.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replay~'/><title type='text'>I LAUGH YOU</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY.&lt;br /&gt;sorry busy with some stiffs.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAS!!!we got into second round liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt that happy yet.hope wont meet WRS&lt;br /&gt;or nt there;ll be World war 3(is nt we hate the that sch is that sch hard to play with.)&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently now planning on wat bball shoe to buy next.&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;Reebok answer X or answer XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also looking for a new classical guitar...&lt;br /&gt;hope can find a cool one. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and i found this vid very funny watch till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWD3x9J1f8E&amp;amp;feature=rec-LGOUT-exp_fresh+div-1r-7-HM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWD3x9J1f8E&amp;amp;feature=rec-LGOUT-exp_fresh+div-1r-7-HM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-438619090646426754?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/438619090646426754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=438619090646426754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/438619090646426754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/438619090646426754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-laugh-you.html' title='I LAUGH YOU'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6001019499232299475</id><published>2010-03-17T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:27:25.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody&apos;s perfect'/><title type='text'>HEY IM KIWI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNhRDgraI/AAAAAAAAALo/pmMr30Oen98/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449511151771626914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNhRDgraI/AAAAAAAAALo/pmMr30Oen98/s200/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6.30.waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you think im irresponsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joo Hwan beside me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but you guys dunno wht im going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me alot about_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you think im like you?when theres a project i can come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when theres a meeting i can come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nt supposed to take 901 de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I put wats most important first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Jun Keong  go cheat my feelings hahahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you guys just dun spare a tought for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DUN WAN TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im going e2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice scenery eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNYZ5VUeI/AAAAAAAAALg/iVcydCZgqgg/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449510999526035938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNYZ5VUeI/AAAAAAAAALg/iVcydCZgqgg/s200/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHHAHA to day training run 6.6!!!yeah hope dun need run again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey wat if guys have no birds but flowers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHHXD (must always water it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNPM6VvtI/AAAAAAAAALY/2TRtyBXxBis/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449510841421774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNPM6VvtI/AAAAAAAAALY/2TRtyBXxBis/s200/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNEdqmMsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/m4mxixtrfc0/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449510656940585666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNEdqmMsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/m4mxixtrfc0/s200/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy here is a DOG.Dumb Or Gulible. HHAHAHHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wonder what he's staring at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;must be PORN XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya forgot to tell you guys,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im nt gonna post about camp.since like the whole world is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;posting about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and im posting this now cuz &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 days ago-im lazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3days ago-i have chalet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 days ago-camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6001019499232299475?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6001019499232299475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6001019499232299475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6001019499232299475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6001019499232299475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-im-kiwi.html' title='HEY IM KIWI'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S6CNhRDgraI/AAAAAAAAALo/pmMr30Oen98/s72-c/DSC00359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-2009520938785974041</id><published>2010-03-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:22:35.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are we in different sch'/><title type='text'>I'm Happy</title><content type='html'>2 MORE DAYS TO CAMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really excited. lionel say maybe i group with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Dog will follow its master(me)XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really happy now cuz of HS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall nt talk more bout it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun get curious ar.hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian tmr wed...NOTHING INTERESTING IS HAPPENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster leh why nothing weird, funny, annoying and strange is happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.nvm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2009520938785974041?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2009520938785974041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2009520938785974041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2009520938785974041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2009520938785974041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m Happy'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6139912957960964082</id><published>2010-03-07T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:54:20.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will love come around?'/><title type='text'>whats your greatest fear?</title><content type='html'>Do you know why i love&lt;br /&gt;walking in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try figuring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now kinda rushing HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks for telling me the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven even finish ESSAY three!! arggh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dun know if you'll ever see this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.NO FUNNY/OR LAME THINGS TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;no mood for that.&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY Bgirls for tmr finals match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a random post.sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6139912957960964082?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6139912957960964082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6139912957960964082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6139912957960964082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6139912957960964082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-your-greatest-fear.html' title='whats your greatest fear?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-1198293972429595624</id><published>2010-03-04T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:29:48.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im just trying to make you laugh...can you laugh?'/><title type='text'>i dunno whr 'this' is going...</title><content type='html'>YEAP!&lt;br /&gt;to as you all ( I mean some) know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY GT FIRE DRILL AR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that when theres an emergency,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FIRE DRILL will DRILL in to your heads to know wht to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this is lame. alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TIFFANY ASK  ME UPDATE THIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ITS VERY VERY IMPORTANT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BETTER READ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its damn hot.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is this worst than lame?&lt;/span&gt;okie dokie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bbq-ing ourselves on the green patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told to go to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is nt green.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is this lamer?&lt;/span&gt; yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED UP?there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt up there.but we watched UP there in the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(this is getting ridiculous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice! tough the the background sound just kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im nt dea.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is this funny or very very very lame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that dismissed and waiting worriedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for training...haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nid train more liao .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance very lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM NEHMIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try harder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT NEXT TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIFFANY and Melinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I UPDATE LIAO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1198293972429595624?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1198293972429595624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1198293972429595624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1198293972429595624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1198293972429595624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dunno-whr-this-is-going.html' title='i dunno whr &apos;this&apos; is going...'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-702232745983072063</id><published>2010-02-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:41:28.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes i just hate it when love turns around and walk away'/><title type='text'>would anyone wait for me?</title><content type='html'>Today Hist and English!!!common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English i did 143 words!!ughh i dunno will&lt;br /&gt;get penalised anot. i think will la.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. I tried my best le.&lt;br /&gt;"silence.the only audible sound i could hear&lt;br /&gt;was the fast thumping rhythm of my heart.."&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hist. damn easy. thanks to Joo Hwan.&lt;br /&gt;he told me wat to revise.&lt;br /&gt;and i did.&lt;br /&gt;which means.. i could ans the questions!! hahs&lt;br /&gt;i'll nt jinx it anymore.hope i get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best everyone! tmr math and MT!!&lt;br /&gt;afraid of math.But thats nt bothering me nw.&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know you hurt so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all i wanted is someone who could be love me enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;someone who'd make everyday alittle better then the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;someone who'd be  by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I knew this was coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it always had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your feelings faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is this the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all. jia you&lt;br /&gt;everyone for your exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-702232745983072063?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/702232745983072063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=702232745983072063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/702232745983072063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/702232745983072063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-anyone-wait-for-me.html' title='would anyone wait for me?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-2278022120307815222</id><published>2010-02-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:10:58.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its gonna be the same things happening again =('/><title type='text'>happy bathday?</title><content type='html'>happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;happy bath day happy bathday happy bathday happy bathday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2278022120307815222?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2278022120307815222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2278022120307815222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2278022120307815222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2278022120307815222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-bathday.html' title='happy bathday?'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5019712794537338741</id><published>2010-02-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:07:35.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 or 7'/><title type='text'>Gong 'si' fart Choi!XD</title><content type='html'>Happy CNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines DAY!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy early commen test =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fVZnX65dI/AAAAAAAAALI/JyjGQMvxspY/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438049711115920850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fVZnX65dI/AAAAAAAAALI/JyjGQMvxspY/s200/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gong si fart choi! hahahs k la k la gong xi fa cai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fUtJx7vxI/AAAAAAAAALA/GUJlpRPxdy0/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438048947257720594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fUtJx7vxI/AAAAAAAAALA/GUJlpRPxdy0/s200/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh ya this is the reunion dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fUb5DyazI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Ulo_8bt70k/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438048650711427890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fUb5DyazI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Ulo_8bt70k/s200/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey duck...heres your sechdule,=D the day before yesterday frozen, yesterday braised, today eaten.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fT9lfrHRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8f4WKBtWR6A/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438048130063605010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fT9lfrHRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8f4WKBtWR6A/s200/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heres a game. playing with noodles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahhas  ' its a  very difficult game to play as you have to say your wishes and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play with noddles at the same time.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you gamed?hahahhahs kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;wish everyone "good health great wealth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fTnBgtpAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GY8htb5Yszw/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438047742447166466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fTnBgtpAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GY8htb5Yszw/s200/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CNY!!! yep theres that tree again... why every year must have that plant there ar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ask my mom she go say, " of cousre must have luh CNY ma..."-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nt answering my  Q.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fTTZS6ENI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AM9eerJ_5O8/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438047405234327762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fTTZS6ENI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AM9eerJ_5O8/s200/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fSOZJ7vSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/br0efI90_F8/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438046219785714978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fSOZJ7vSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/br0efI90_F8/s200/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alrito! heres the part I nid your help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pic above and below are pics in which i haven use wax,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one at the bottom is the one i've waxed (duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so u think i look nicer with or without wax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fR4pG000I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5XpPsLCcUvU/s1600-h/Photo0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438045846110524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fR4pG000I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5XpPsLCcUvU/s200/Photo0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look like a baby idiot, i mean idiot baby.hahs^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fRgffXZsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IPC3hY47zyU/s1600-h/Photo0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438045431212238530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fRgffXZsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IPC3hY47zyU/s200/Photo0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who's this guy?hmm he's handsome... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHASHHAHSHhahahs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy CNY everyone=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5019712794537338741?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5019712794537338741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5019712794537338741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5019712794537338741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5019712794537338741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/02/gong-si-fart-choixd.html' title='Gong &apos;si&apos; fart Choi!XD'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S3fVZnX65dI/AAAAAAAAALI/JyjGQMvxspY/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6055470557440493073</id><published>2010-02-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:58:47.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ling Jing Jia You (+ TayGayWay too) XD'/><title type='text'>I like you</title><content type='html'>sorry guys blog's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda cropped up with smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs what thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i succeed with it i'll tell you. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry no pics today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an idiotic vid of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see?only if you're a woodgrover .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently joined a study group . guess who's the teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOO HWAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. he really suprises me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D but he's teachings are great far more better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than some teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and he's 'drama' gosh its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. err study group + guitar + tuition + "that something"+basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= hard work+ commitment + time management + no time for blog .lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just kidding ... hahs sure i'll post once in a while de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT surely i can say i have NO STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone from somewhere told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress being itself, in addition to the result of itself,is also the cause of itself.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6055470557440493073?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6055470557440493073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6055470557440493073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6055470557440493073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6055470557440493073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-you.html' title='I like you'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6967379659204522411</id><published>2010-01-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:59:20.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pls stop pressurising me...'/><title type='text'>I dunno who i like luh!!</title><content type='html'>Hey,watch out for WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun get it right?Chao peng msg me de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very odd sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he suddenly msg me this type of things. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YTD had cip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs serious it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when going back to the units.. there were no dog barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my block didnt really collect much. 538 was the rubbish dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously! there was like alot thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think half of the whole collection from 5 blocks half of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was from 538.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found alot alot of stuffs hahs like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1whJLw4uII/AAAAAAAAAJw/PVhv2ZivOsY/s1600-h/P230110_11.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430251692362348674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1whJLw4uII/AAAAAAAAAJw/PVhv2ZivOsY/s200/P230110_11.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its actually a clock shaped like a handwatch. hahs nice.&lt;br /&gt;looks more like a W.W.F/E belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wg0k-gvpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hbsGI4JLFBk/s1600-h/P230110_10.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430251338353131154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wg0k-gvpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hbsGI4JLFBk/s200/P230110_10.59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wgijpgpwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/A8brDgRfZfk/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430251028758963970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wgijpgpwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/A8brDgRfZfk/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wgRCr_oFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pBdhRypQWOk/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430250727853236306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wgRCr_oFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pBdhRypQWOk/s200/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Joo Hwan is like damn funny sometimes..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wf-XMoNVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B6eFndxmZeA/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430250406941308242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1wf-XMoNVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B6eFndxmZeA/s200/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay pic. when someone was taking this pic , when he was looking at the camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHS i didnt kiss him. its just and action lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM nOT GAY hahahs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really really had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6967379659204522411?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6967379659204522411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6967379659204522411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6967379659204522411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/6967379659204522411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dunno-who-i-like-luh.html' title='I dunno who i like luh!!'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/S1whJLw4uII/AAAAAAAAAJw/PVhv2ZivOsY/s72-c/P230110_11.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-6212315953094980740</id><published>2010-01-18T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:42:24.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='since he does.'/><title type='text'>I cant love you anymore.</title><content type='html'>i dunno why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throat seems to be so dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to change my songs in mixpod.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH why like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe today gt matainence. but its really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'll try again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised alot alot of things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i shld just let go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i shld just stay single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bbabll shoe is so comfortable!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok jokes aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i dun wan to start a "war"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between me and him.since we are close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6212315953094980740?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6212315953094980740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6212315953094980740' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im confused'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i buy shoe and ball le!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous shoe was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKE duno wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now is NIKE ZOOM lebron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!! ball is NIKE Pure Grip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to get bursary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to get shoe and ball at queens way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there the clothes BAGUUUUUUUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt time going there buy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone know whr to buy cap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i finding those straight ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun understand? ahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cousre you dn understand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u know tell me thanks.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and i cutting my hair on fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it looks nice lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;damn gu-ai- lan.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm la sec 1 mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit sia everday end at 2.15 except for somedays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teaining getting tougher liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days get boring liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno wat to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i gonna cut mallet scared ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1250245897214892238?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1250245897214892238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1250245897214892238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some say it aint over till its over...'/><title type='text'>2010.wat to say..</title><content type='html'>Theres a saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Leave something for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but nvr leave someone for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cuz in life something will leave you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but someone will always be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that something is memories of 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that somethings ar the ppl around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like left 1.5h left before.Deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dunno whats deja vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you. it means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CHECK THE DICTIONARY.OR SOMEOTHER PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;so... i just wannna say,goodbye 2009 hello 2010..soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun be too happy.haven 2010 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i kinda felt dis year was fun but yet boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT SENSE AM I TALKING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it ws kinda interesting but it could've bee more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i came into woodgrove, I think i've changed alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean the way i see it.i think i've grown up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gorwn taller.(maybe 2metres?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddingXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone so tanned( i think like allen iverson skin tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt nt to flirt so much?(i think cuz i just lost my balls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddingXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there so much more..hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to thank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father my mother, sister brother for supporting me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres who i wan2 thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bryan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're weird sometimes, but i kinda like you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caringness(is there such word?)and your humbleness thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun everytime"your fault" ltr i fail math also your fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brenda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs i still rmb orientation i call you panda. you should sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz you look sleepy sometimes.but dun sleep too much.ltr become pigda=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kinda always chat with me when im bored?lol thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chao Peng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooo are you still in malaysia?lol im sorry sometimescmy words insults you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sth. but seriously sometimes when you say sth its really funny.like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourgrandpa's dog.lol you give me quite alot of advice. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Denise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been an interesting year,i think you made me look at my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more often thn i did b4.hahsyou know wht i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for all the hurt I've caused you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for give me so much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Erilea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i only recently started chatting with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.though its just a short period but i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting someone know how i feel makes me feel alot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacqueline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are like the rainbow after a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel your actions in class are like soo ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really it makes me laugh atleast smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks,lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jun Peng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, sec 1 coming in liao^^ forget bout her larhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck nxt year north zone.thx for standing by me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad to have you as my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jia Cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are must start to teach me how to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its liek WTF manzxc. seriously, how did you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back throw three pointer and chop?kao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be annoying sometimes but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a good firend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jun wei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog!! dun keep DOTA go train like allen iverson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs though im a nt close friend with you in pri sch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in sec i feel you're a great firend.In pri sch i tot you those kind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah beng ah seng, but deep down now i think you're...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a DOG!! thanks for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Melvin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa seh you now skill improve liao hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still cannot slack,nxt year pls come training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not i pau toh you... your ear^^ AHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think pri sch just liek jun wei i judge your character too quickly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway you're a good friend thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Melinda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost contact with you le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whr you?~see you soon... oh ya and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Samantha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior,JY in your 3 pointers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year your game liao.thn after that you can go poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find shuai ge liao!!! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've taught me so much. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yong Hui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior,you re my role model...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nvr bully me nvr treat me liek shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always encourage me,and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're liek a glimmer of hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs thanks senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yu rong.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you too kind le,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in practice when i like in rage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soemtimes i throw ball hit until you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nvr did showed me your angry look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i got was a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yu rui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must show more leadership,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lead the team, cuz they only listen to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or yu rong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yuan Zhi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work hard together win together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad you nvr skip any trainin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though you were late sometimes but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made it.nxt year must jia you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all im tired liao of posting. lol. goodnites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3835333944151136404?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3835333944151136404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3835333944151136404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3835333944151136404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;not ultimate guitar.i dun wan that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz most of them inside all are english or is it all?lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im finding the tabs for wedding dress-Tae yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the intro only lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopening soon.haiz. still gt alot to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean other than HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i cant wait for nxt year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean my last year in C Division boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how to start training properly liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean for basketball. start with a good basketball first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a NIKE realease which i bought i think around 1 year ago or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its out of air.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another NIKE, trifecta,which i used for 2 years, rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now currently using NIKE trifecta .but hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what ball should i buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm i'll use my 'balls' first.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe JAN then buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.I think that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to try to do finish maths.i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-6372584110027040876?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6372584110027040876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=6372584110027040876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='a feeling that i nvr had before'/><title type='text'>我是不是喜欢上你了？</title><content type='html'>Back form BBall chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more interesting than class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when reached the place. already overshot the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from whr we were supposed to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. then we ran and walked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls dun believe the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs when we reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach cooking liao~ great cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn Cgirls reached.hahs give the jiao bin face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol cuz they dun believe mah lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taht slacked.thn changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think is eat first lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that played games first to be out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second game i think like 7th to be out?lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very bad at playing games~always lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to eat raw cockals?i dunno how to spell lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass the coconut?how come i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol coach says its actually an activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how you communicate with others.simple rite?lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the coconut disappeared.i think someone threw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually supposed to pass to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol Raven talked to me.~~so honoured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol wished he'd teach me bball.haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Juztin keep talking about ah gua ah gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thailand ahgua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virgin ah gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and messy ar.lol dunno wht he talking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really saw one ah gua i tot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is girl sia  cuz i nvr see clearly ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot be you walk pass and ust stare ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn had very long walk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know how to set up fire liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Yong Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had another night walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGI　ＯＬＤ　HOSPITAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol　i tot is the first building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz also looked abandon and creepy but its nt lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when reached teh place looks vandalised and damaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH~ of course thats why its called old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol suddenly dunnow hwy Raven was walking infront of my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overheard they say they plant sth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol fake one lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when walked in wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alr reach 4th floor weird-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding the oreo.Wat hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after found le then head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone like nt tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun talking to Jasmine lol.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To: Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There will a chance next time de.hahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I also had fun. learned alot of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;about you that day.you're different from other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i mean you're response.hahs i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=)you must be really really tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;from all the work?i tell you how to slp like a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;put green leaves on your bed then pour water on yourself and lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;on your bed hahs.then it will be Jasmine green tea =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i drink tht to calm myself down hahs. hoope yuo slp well. oinkoink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and walao you graduating and leaving sch le.=(hope you get good results.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;talk to you again nxt time =D.oh ya your hair looks great on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to leave and head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior sent us.wth so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end he send us until trafffic light then nid chiong until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- wtf but thx anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 969 back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept in bus but the bell keep wake me up.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home.hahs had a fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-2442768732587239818?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2442768732587239818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=2442768732587239818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2442768732587239818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/2442768732587239818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='我是不是喜欢上你了？'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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/&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Tae yang's music is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of Ne Yo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW-wL3Zz1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/VfLSj1Sdnnc/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW-wL3Zz1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/VfLSj1Sdnnc/s200/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414943862011055954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thats my key board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt the piano, keyboard . the computor keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drinking fruit punch and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i spread butter on my hands cuz when i left it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the table when i wanted to take something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally spilled it.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im like the maple zakum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gt so many hands can spill things over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i realised my bro is also a zakum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe nt cuz only ggt one zakum.(ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he is thekerning octopus mob. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some non-maplers dun understand but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASICALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both are clumpsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. the same thign happened. my bro also spilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  this time the key board. spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i type 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come out (i miss you, ******)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously i type 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come out 1&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i type lol come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l/o/l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my bro and I dismantled the key board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW-8IGhQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/fp8_szAkFk0/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW-8IGhQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/fp8_szAkFk0/s200/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414944067159147330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW i didnt its actually sheets of plastics under the amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;button pressing thing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its actually like thin thin wires in the plastic that connects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the main wire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you all know but i dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im and  idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut me some slack ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and try it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you small boys and girls be careful ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parental guidance advised.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW_NIQLAUI/AAAAAAAAAII/8ajMWp1pf9A/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW_NIQLAUI/AAAAAAAAAII/8ajMWp1pf9A/s200/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414944359257407810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what we did wipe wipe wipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya we could smell fruit punch lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bro loved to eat at this place some where in chongpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz everytime we go thr we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always make jokes bout something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time we went there we were being racist about the 2 men we saw at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pther day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall nt say wat we said .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz is very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think last last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went thr again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.  one thing i hate bout the place is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you even get to sit they wan you to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very@!#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then if u cannot find a sit they persuade you to a small table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we wanted to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lady come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir what would you like to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another auntie come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir what  would you like to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again another lady come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mau makan apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end ordered fish and chips hahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro couldnt finished his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i became very playful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyXAruQE-EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hzw-W0qwpiU/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyXAruQE-EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hzw-W0qwpiU/s200/DSC00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945984365262914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahs its a mixture of green chilly, salad, coldslaw ,fries, tomatoes,beans and lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my bro about how the  person who cleared the table think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i felt its just too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little. so i added somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyXAZyc8V7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kWYsooDkfv8/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyXAZyc8V7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kWYsooDkfv8/s200/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945676255319986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i added mr prawn.lol its sick manzxc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW_5T7bYaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Oq-UMi6pDm4/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW_5T7bYaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Oq-UMi6pDm4/s200/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945118305870242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i added fish and chicken. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross really so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw my sister drinking coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  i was like ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end didnt use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to fill it up with all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas so gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-1296566283692588784?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1296566283692588784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=1296566283692588784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1296566283692588784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/1296566283692588784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/everythings-so-different.html' title='Everything&apos;s so different now.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SyW-wL3Zz1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/VfLSj1Sdnnc/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5329928956258512619</id><published>2009-12-09T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:42:03.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont wana try no more'/><title type='text'>Time to start over.</title><content type='html'>Back from Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i was back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 9 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so watever.nvm.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to meet everyone at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cramp seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ppl crowding at one area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when took the train also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i and some of my otehr friends stood at the otehr side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE DID THIS IDOIT THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doors opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told WZ and ZG nt to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But happened?they all followed.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the train by  the door nearest to me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come in again in another door further from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;door.lol totally idiotic.some more walk back to the same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya jerry followed too. We toughtJerry was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL we went back.But he was actually in the train alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were actually fooling ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the place i realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ _____ ___ _____!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sad i couldnt stay.next day gt training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha BBQ but didnt eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hot dog keep dissappear -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went home reached home its alr the next day liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training damn tired.nt the training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring is  damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you sth HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep 10 hours everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i slpt only for 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no energy.so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training went back to chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the trai again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again cannot sit.HAiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached thr but did nth much la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only that at night went to the far far playground play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda why u suddenly frowning?smile more ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ar?ok uh.okie?okay? kk?k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back home again only sat from pasir ris to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was standing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were talking bout who miss who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said i missed ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then JP said he missed ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP said he missed, his grandfather's dog?LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH sia reached home and slept soundly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-5329928956258512619?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5329928956258512619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=5329928956258512619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5329928956258512619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/5329928956258512619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-start-over.html' title='Time to start over.'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-3678341974697246685</id><published>2009-12-04T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:24:09.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No one has ever fixed the puzzle that I see inside..'/><title type='text'>Let go,let go,let go...</title><content type='html'>I've finally let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey its so simple why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you still wan2 use a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which when you use it theres always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when other ppl use  it there is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you'd fail your examintaions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dunno who to trust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yourself will tell you who to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust. Goodbye.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165658067367490282-3678341974697246685?l=stringswithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3678341974697246685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5165658067367490282&amp;postID=3678341974697246685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3678341974697246685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5165658067367490282/posts/default/3678341974697246685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stringswithinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-golet-golet-go.html' title='Let go,let go,let go...'/><author><name>Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210928859617386122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/TQ27GNeCEFI/AAAAAAAAANg/6rPlCKjbIKo/S220/Shuai%2521%2521%2521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165658067367490282.post-5511873203053639650</id><published>2009-12-01T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:03:32.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you said you&apos;d wait.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC7NFkg-QPk/SxT7yqNcWCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xCfnnHxfUaE/s1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why u all wan me post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY UH. i mean for boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMGAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dec.wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i run fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious time flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 30 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swamp sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i mean woodgrove. sorry but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name made me think of a swamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol?lol yea lol lolLOL?lolLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 6 days im gonna go for teh class outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /
